No, not the 1980's classic starring Kim Cattrall, but me. As I, inadvertently, dressed from head to knee in H&M last week - the boots were an old sale bargain from Urban Outfitters. Normally, I don't do head to toe one shop because I have loads of random bits and bobs and because sometimes you see someone in a head-to-toe look from one place and it just looks lacking in imagination and a bit contrived. But it would appear that I was H&M-ed. I am an H&M mannequin:
|Everything: H&M. You know that by now.|
To be fair, it doesn't look shite and who in their right mind wouldn't wear a glitter jumper and bejewelled collar t-shirt at every available opportunity?
I figure H&M deserve a massive Llara-shaped highlight right now too because I returned some stuff there recently and, on opening the bag at the cash desk, I found a spider running about on the clothes. The dude at the cash desk was most cool and calm about it - by my standards I was too. I think I'm beginning to make peace with spiders these days. Anyhoo, when the spider moved onto the bag plastic for a sec, I grabbed the stuff out and the nice dude took the bag away - phew! Thanks nice H&M dude.
|Major collar jazzling! Note, no Adam's apple. That's right: I'm well a chick.|
Have any of you actually seen mannequin? It's one of those films on my 'to see' list that I've never actually got around to. One day, eh?