This past week (especially Wednesday) has been the most bizarre experience of my life. I woke up on Wednesday morning to find my poor little Clémence's window (Clémence is my car) smashed out and my suitcase - containing most of my favourite pieces of clothing - gone. What is a girl to do but get some junkfood and visit some friends to cool down? Later in the eve i went back home to find that my flatmate has moved out. Stranger things haven't happened! Jane came over to comfort me because she's the bestest, and we had a nice chat about things that girls chat about, ya know.
Anyhoo, I guess I need some new clothes now, right? I'll take the Factory Girl wardrobe, merci beaucoup!