Have you ever seen someone walk down the street in a killer outfit and wanted to chase them down to find out where they got it?
The other day, I did just that.
Except I’m not very fit, so instead of being approached by a poised, sane person politely inquiring about their outfit, these stylish people found themselves being chased by a red-faced stranger in a gold skirt who needed 30 seconds to get her breath back before she could even explain what she was doing.
Ah, the things we do for fashion.