Slogan tees have become the new country bicycle. Everyone’s gotten on it and not being one to typically jump on band wagons (especially since I went through my phase about 5 years ago), I wasn’t expecting to be in danger of a purchase when visiting Top shop. Feel free to cue the “dumb ass” sound bite to play on reveal.
It only took two visits as part of my “if you really want it you’ll go back for it and if it’s meant to be you’re size will be available” approach combined with lots of um-ing and ah-ing before I raced to the cash register, Horror shirt in hand. One day I am sure I will cease to underestimate my lust for clothing but until then (to the actual horror of the Mr) I will remain an impulse shopper with lots of fun things I never thought I’d buy. Have you got an impulse buy vice?