I think I mentioned once the excitement of going to the market, picking out a fabric, then haggling and fighting with your tailor about how low cut you'd like your dress to be. three or so weeks later, you'd come back to his garage, be disappointed in the apparent miscommunication that resulted in your new mumu, haggle some more, and finally take home a one of a kind masterpiece. I miss those days.
I mean, can you even tell which one's mine and which one's from the urbanoutfitter factory?
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God, I hope so.
1 comment:
yo i like yours better the one from uo kinda suuuucks
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