H&M

I miss H&M.

The really H&M.

Not the half aced H&M that barely exists in the old Aladdin Hotel/new Planet Hollywood hotel. It’s funny because the entire inside is still a bazaar but the outside is totally modern and boring. Silly phobic Americans and their fear of the Middle East. Our GPS still thinks Abu and the Genie live there.

The point is this H&M was the size of my living room and had only the “hip urban” clothes and none of the sophisticated ones I was hoping for. I miss my three stories of magic and cheapie finds.

I guess I’ll just have to continually look for sales at Anthropologie…too bad.