I love Triple 5 Soul

Ahh! Back from the great and wondrous island of Manhattan! This time around, I went pretty much knowing that I'd look like a country bumpkin so I went out of my way to just be as comfy as possible, hence the wearing of my trustee old cut-off jeans and my nice and baggy red capris. O yes, and the nice worn in sandals I've had since the seventh grade. May thought it'd be a great opportunity to wear her new sandals and now she has blisters all over her feet. I'll be a mean and horrible sister and cackle at her misfortune. O and this time around, we went exploring with cousin Louise. Being that I know that I'll never be able to look pretty next to cousin Louise, I decided that I'd just chop off my hair and be comfortable, hence the hairstyle that I had when I was 10, just a big wispier and thus more "stylish." Whatever, I still looked in the mirror and thought, "I'm ten again..."
I think that every trip to Manhattan has it's own highlight. The first trip was the awesome bowls and tea cups and a nice model-looking fellow winking at me in Dean & Deluca. This time, my highlight was finding Lafayette Ave. and the stores "G-Star" and "Triple 5 Soul." Even though they're extremely expensive and most of their things cater to the rich and famous hip hop stars of today, I found that a few of their wares were less gaudy and very cool looking. My new fashion revolution is to become a trendy Manhattanite - though I don't know about this whole losing 10 pounds ordeal...Anyway, I bought myself a very cool khaki winter jacket that's very warm with several layers of lining and lovely brass buttons at T5S (it's their flagship store, I think they have a website too), and then I bought a little cordoruy workers cap at G-Star. Put it together with my recently bought Aeropostale cargo pants and we get a Commi straight out of '50s China sans little red star on the hat and little red book in hand. It makes me tempted to go out and trick-or-treat on Halloween yelling Communist slogans. And maybe someone should dress as Senator McCarthy, that would be fun too. I also find it ironic that the way that I got to look so Communist was by catering to the capitalistic society of Manhattan. Ironic, sort of.
O, another note (this paragraph is not as happy as the others, so feel free to stop reading), when we got home, my mom got a phone call from a sort of acquaintance/friend/client of hers and apparently they are having a bit of trouble right now. The trouble? Their three year old son was playing in the kitchen and managed to get his own left hand chopped off. Very sad, it is. Though, if we looked at it from a better angle - at least he didn't have too much time to become attached to that hand...