• A Day in the Life,  Things That Bother Me Badly

    Quality Control

    Let’s talk about quality and how it doesn’t exist anymore. I have bought clothes from many stores some of which a shirt is more than ten dollars. With that being said over the years I noticed a gradual change throughout retails stores, most of the changes are the quality. In most of the stores, the prices are pretty much the same. Abercrombie & Fitch still has t-shirts for 18-20 dollars, but the shirts are not made the same. My older Abercrombie shirts are thicker and last longer they didn’t get holes until after the four wash not the first. M new shirts are thinners and don’t feel as nice on…

  • A Day in the Life

    Mallin’

    Malls can be a lot of fun. There is so much packed into one building it can be overwhelming and fun. You can eat at different restaurants and stop at kiosks that sell pillows and sea salt scrubs. All contribute to the mall culture and having the mall experience. Even though we have hundreds of malls and thousands of stores, they aren’t all created equal. I have been to many malls with at least a hundred or more stores that can keep you in the place for hours. Through these experiences, I have witnessed different demographics in every mall that make every experience unique. I decided to visit a mall…

  • A Day in the Life,  Things I Like

    Retail Therapy is Real Therapy ( Not Just For the Mentally Ill)

    I woke up early on Tuesday morning to head out with my mom to do some shopping. We had to travel all the way to Lawrenceville. I’m not an early bird. I went to bed about two in the morning hoping that I could run on adrenaline later on in the day. I was to be comfortable, so I needed sneakers, not heels, or sandals. All these factors mattered. When my mom woke me up later that morning I grudgingly rolled out of bed and prepared to go shopping at the thrift store. This was going to be the best therapy ever. This was my first time to a thrift…

  • Anxiety

    Even Numbers Are Bad

    I never understood why I needed things to be a specific number, but I just do. I don’t like even numbers. I find them to be dreadful. Even numbers throw off the balance and the balance is supposed to have a number in the center. When I researched OCD, I found out that counting is a thing. I don’t know why, but it is. There is no reason to have even when you could have odd. Odd numbers relieve my anxiety and make me feel at ease. If I go and buy yogurt at the store, I will get five. If I get brownies, I get three. I refuse to…