When your boyfriend (who shall henceforth be referred to as He Who Shall Not be Named) cheats on you what’s the answer? Why it’s retail therapy of course! Rent be damned.
Here’s what making its way to yours truly as we speak:
A chunky cardigan. Fall is coming kittens, as sure as death and taxes.
Classic black flats. If they were good enough for Audrey, they’re good enough for me.
A sparkly tee, because I shall shine on. Brightly.