AKA Hennes & Mauritz. From Sweden. Like IKEA. Warning: Swedish meatballs are not sold at H&M.
I'm very t-shirts and jeans but every once in a while I aspire to some modest fashion heights. Mainly, a half step up from t-shirts and jeans, which I guess would be a patterned t-shirty blouse and, well, jeans. (Side note: I go through shirts a lot because I get holes in them. Either I lean up against my desk too much or I have daggers in my bellybutton.) I've done the Ross thing, the Target thing and even the Forever 21 thing (but I don't have patience for Ross or Forever 21. You really have to plot out some time and dig through the racks. And frankly, I don't have that much will). So a friend introduced me to the H&M, otherwise known as Inexpensive & Trendy. It's Gap-y clothes mixed in with weird Euro cut numbers. Mostly stuff made in China but surprisingly, also made in Romania and Turkey. Who knew I would be sporting the latest looks from Bulgaria? And honestly, this is about the extent of my relationship with Eastern Europe. H&M shirts and some ball bouncing men. In my sports subset of my lust types are English football players (see Steven Gerrard MBE) and Eastern European basketball players (see Tony Kukoc of the Chicago Bulls circa 1995 and the current Laker whose name I don't remember but he is all lanky and Slavic). Back to H&M. My first visit was at Toronto's Big Ass Mall (I just did a search and it's actually called Toronto Eaton Centre. I was close). I, the style-naive American, was overwhelmed by the random patterns and bright colors as well as my gay male co-worker's attempts to sell me on a dress that was very Naughty Nurse. In the end, though, I came away with a non-slutty dress, a cardigan and a misty glimpse of my fashionista future.
Amenities of Room 992: Separate dressing area complete with long line. Bedroom set with extra screws and multi-lingual instructions. And the NBA on ESPN.
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