Pre children, Express for me... was an addiction. WORSE than photography or scrapbooking. I can't tell you how many times I walked in and spent $700+ at a time. I miss those days. I miss fitting into Express... I miss the bright lights, white floors and walls... the fitting rooms, the long skinny jeans.
Secretly, I have a suit case in storage with all of my express jeans, and some hot shirts I hope to one day wear again.
I miss you Express. Come back soon! :)
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