dear h&m,
god dag. i'm writing this to inform you that it's over. i can no longer shop at your stores, at least until the sixties-thing stops being so swingin'.
it's the babydoll dress. i find myself buying and wearing these frocks of infantilized femininity with alarming frequency. and it's not because i want to be en vogue, or bring back riot grrl even. i simply cannot resist peter pan collars, trapeze shapes, short hems that are on your hangers (and then mine.)
this would not be such a big problem were i not trying to be a big girl now. i'm 27 years-old and embarking on my first career. did mia farrow look like a career gal in rosemary's baby to you?
maybe there are ladies of such stature that they can wear this stuff to work like a powersuit. but they are models and/or live in new york. i'm only 5'2" and the way most of your clothes fit makes me feel even more like a little girl playing dress up, and there are no play dates or tea parties on my things to do list.
i'll be back in the fall for some pants and vests if you decide to do the annie hall thing.
yours truly,
noelle
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