Choosing this comforter had me feeling awkward, judged, and embarrassed about my choices, which is extra appropriate when I tell you those feelings were because I found it in the "teen girl aisle." It was like reliving an awkward 7th grade dance during "lady's choice." I zoned in on something I liked, but with another little girl eyeing the same one I had some doubts. I feared the comforter might do 1 of 2 things:
1.) "Sit this one out" and I'd be left standing alone feeling unwanted (aka didn't dig resting upon an adult's bed so it was conveniently out of my size).
2.) "Willing to "drop it like it's hot" (aka keep me warm on cold winter nights) This option was more ideal, but I feared explaining to the little girl who stood parousing the same "guy" that she had lost. "He" was the half to my whole. The salt to my pepper. And that he, in fact, had me at hello.
After fighting the urge to avoid and hide in the bathroom I grabbed at him and he willingly hopped right in my cart. Luckily, the little girl turned her attention to a zebra print, so I avoided an awkward confrontation and hair pulling. Sure my choice was unconventional, but as all of you go to bed with your sensible floral prints, I'll be crawling into fun...
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