Sometimes I wish I had a fashion blog, but I’m not fashionable and I don’t often have much to say so it would be updated maybe once a year. However, sometimes I get so excited about certain things, like how in Orlando I finally found an Oxford shirt that doesn’t make me look like a little flat-chested boy:
And I also own a fabulous gold bag now.
Both from Banana Republic. I like BR for three reasons: incredible sales (most things I get are about $10-20), it’s the only store with button-up shirts that make me look like a woman rather than a 10-year-old boy, and they pay their employees higher than minimum wage (too bad they didn’t have that policy when I worked there and couldn’t afford to eat).
But, I don’t have a fashion blog so let’s get down to business.
In England if you want what Americans would consider lemonade, you order “cloudy lemonade.” If you order lemonade they will give you Sprite.
First of all, the only time I’ve ever had Sprite was when I was throwing up sick, so it always reminds me of barf. Second, the only time I’ve ever heard the word “cloudy” used in conjunction with any kind of liquid is urine being described as cloudy. When I walk through London I often describe places as smelling like cloudy lemonade, and only other Americans in the city get what I mean!
Needless to say, I don’t order lemonade or cloudy lemonade in England.