Obus warehouse sale
It's gotten to that point where I dread opening up my wardrobe in the morning because I know there's nothing in there I want to wear. My one cute shirt is always in the wash and I'm sure friends are sighing pointedly at my humdrum appearance even if they claim they just need to take a deep breath. So the idea of any kind of sale makes me sit up straight, but an Obus warehouse sale? This weekend? I'm already out the door. Polka-dots and pointed collars, loose-fitting trousers in autumn-esque colours - stop daydreaming and get your inspiration on right now. Oh, and the reason for the sale? They just like ya.