Fake smiles or fake fibers. Um, the later one.


When given the option between taking graduation pictures with the senior class (that you can’t wait to get out of) and shopping, which would you choose?
It was easy for me. I wasn’t going to miss school work because they weren’t doing anything anyways.. and I was totally okay with my decision while shopping, but I feel a little guilty now.

It’s not like I was missing graduation though, and I got my graduation party dress, a liz claiborne skort, a hot pink blazer, a black blazer, a blender, and seal containers for college out of the trip. It was worth it right?

The mall was dead. I wasn’t supposed to be skipping school -yet again- to shop for the whole day, just until 12:30.. but once we went out to lunch, why go back? I don’t like fake. I don’t like fake smiles, fake pin straight hair, my fake classmates, or fake sunny days where everyone poses to make it look like they very fakely love each other. I don’t enjoy fake and I probably never will. Why punish myself and become fake when I can enjoy something I really love; the mall.

I don’t mean to sound as materialistic as I know this blog post sounds.. but it’s really my home away from home. Whatever mall I go to I mean. It’s much more welcoming than school, the only fake smiles you see are from sales associates and that doesn’t really bug me because they aren’t totally fake. They are happy to see you spend money. Outfits actually match like they’re supposed to, and they aren’t made up of work boots and pajama pants. The food is much better, things sparkle more frequently, and it’s getting to the point where I think more people know my name there than the people in my own class.

How sad is that?

I can’t wait until college. Real college. Canisius college. There’s a better mall within 10 minutes and that technically means a better home away from home right?

Okay. I’ve convinced myself. I made the right choice, screw photos. Love clothes.
Allison

All fabulousness must come to an end


Hello preppies ❤
I'm still in foreign territory, but I am officially outside of Savannah. It's been wonderful, so wonderful I'm considering going there for the next 4 years of my life.. But that's such a huge decision I don't know if I want to make it yet. Anyways, today consisted of an early morning INSTRUCTED tour of SCAD. It was lovely, to say the least. They show you the nicest possible parts of the campus, and honestly, the real SCAD probably lies somewhere in between Caroline's description and theirs. The fashion connections the school has are amazing, I was shocked. I could get used to life in such a wonderful place.. But nothing is wonderful and free.
The school is nearly $50,000 per year. I can barely wrap my head around that total. My family doesn't qualify for much federal financial assistance, so I better be a kick ass retail buyer or something to make up for all of this later. I'll be completely honest and say it worries me.. I need a lot of outside scholarships. I also need to lower my level of taste. Easier said than done.
We went into the most adorable shops in Savannah today. The stores where the REAL shopping is done. That REAL shopping comes with a very REAL price tag too. Thousand dollar cocktail dresses capture my attention before anything else… The shops were right around the corner from Jones street. That's where the phrase keeping up with the Joneses came from for crying out loud.
Anyways, were on our way back to Atlanta -and to the outlets-. We had lunch at a darling little cafe before we left and quickly packed up our belongings from the townhouse. I'm going to miss it significantly. Having my own bathroom.. That's a prize in itself.
Thank you for following me through this journey dolls. I remain stuck with my small town budget and high class taste, but I still have you. I hope you feel loved catching up like I am via iPhone. My thumbs must rest now. Check out a few pictures from my trip, I definitely owe you those ❤
Allison

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