It was only when I went to my first year of boarding school in the Black Cat pine tree It wasn’t me Christmas Shirt Furthermore, I will do this Midwest that I felt a shift inside me. Delia’s was undergoing a shift of its own, a pivot to retail stores that would ultimately hasten the company’s downfall. Right before move-in day, my mom took me to the mall, and there, smack between Claire’s and an Orange Julius, was an actual Delia’s. No longer were my fashion dreams relegated to the catalogue circulated by my clique like contraband. Here, right in front of me, were all the clothes I’d coveted, all the inflatable furniture I had fantasized would fill my new room.
As soon as I entered, I was hit hard with a blast of frigid air, a piercing loop of pop music, and harsh fluorescent lights. Fingering the Black Cat pine tree It wasn’t me Christmas Shirt Furthermore, I will do this dresses on the hangers, I realized how cheap they were, the fabrics already pilling though no one had worn them. The clothes also seemed impossibly small, barely fitting my changing body. I was finally where I had always wanted to be, inside a Delia’s, in America. But I was only in a dusty store with music that blared too loud and smelled of pretzels. Upon arriving at my desired destination, all my illusions disappeared. As soon as I could be an actual Delia’s girl, I discovered that I’d already outgrown her.