Zara, I'm coming for you
You might already know, I have a serious love/hate relationship with Zara. Love: because it looks like a little slice of heaven on the website. Hate: because in reality it's often quite crap.
Every season I do the same thing. I troll the website repeatedly and make a mental wish list of all the things I want to buy. Then, I finally go into the store and accept the reality that we aren't meant to be together. I feel overwhelmed by the sheer volume of stuff in the shop, get put off by the length of the line to get into a fitting room and always always dump my pile of clothes on a table and walk out with nothing.
Well, it just so happens that I'll be staying in a hotel that is a five minute walk from Zara this week and so I'm making it my goal to go into the shop and have a proper look at what's on offer. I really want the little navy dress with the belted waist, the pink chunky knit and the holy jeans. Oh, and the mules. I don't know why I've just been overcome by the desire to wear mules. Talk me out of it if you think that's necessary. Okay, I will keep you updated on what happens. Expect some frantic Instagram shots from the changing room.
Photos via Zara.