I was looking in my closet for a particular dress I wanted to wear to the ballet tonight. (We’re going to see The Nutcracker!)
I couldn’t find it, so I started rooting around in the box of seldom-worn clothes on the closet floor, thinking it might have fallen off the hanger. I pulled out a brand-new, totally adorable dress (tags still attached) that I have no memory of ever seeing before or buying.
I must have bought it at some point–I have no idea how it would have ended up in my closet otherwise–the odd thing is that it’s from H&M. The first West Coast H&M only opened here in SF a month ago or so, and I know I didn’t buy it there or on my last trip to Europe in August. It must have been sitting there for at least two years… but since I don’t remember it at all, I’m just going to believe that the fashion fairy godmother made a visit to my wardrobe just to help me out for this ballet, especially since I still can’t find the dress I had really wanted to wear. Maybe it will change back to the other dress at midnight!
