I'm fairly sure that Shannon Dietzmann Elliot broke into our house in the night, snuck up to our bedroom, attached electrodes to my brain and recorded every bit of my style sense.
She even got that plumb is my signature color.
And she would have totally gotten away with it if she hadn't printed up a catalogue and sent it to a million people including me.
If I had any clout whatsoever, I would call up Anthropologie to let them know that one of their senior buyers is ripping off other people's style identities and demand royalties on the late Summer collection.
I mean, just imagine her stealing fashion sense like that and not giving me any credit. The nerve.
I'm also pretty sure she was the one who ate the rest of the Ben and Jerry's Chunky Monkey. Heaven knows it wasn't me because I'm supposed to be on a diet on account of the fact that I broke down and bought fat pants. Which in my world equates to rock bottom.
Do you see those shoes? The ones in the front with the flowers on the t-strap. Yeah those.
They will be mine.