First off, I love you,
but please stop e-mailing me about purple shoes (seriously, how do you know me so well Piperlime?),
or having insanely beautiful things on sale (Creatures of Comfort and Bird, you guys are about to make a huge dent in my wee wallet),
or already stocking up on insanely beautiful fall items (yes, you Oak).
It hurts to not drop your precious items into my cart and just checkout.
Maybe next time when I have money.
Or maybe in three weeks when it's my birthday.
P.S. You can blame my money woes on numerology because my number eight paper fell out of my wallet and I haven't made a new one.