I tend to feel sorry for really ugly clothes.
Sometimes I even buy them, take them home and wear them out on occasion. I know deep down inside that they are inanimate objects with no feelings and such, but it makes me feel good, aiight?
So a really ugly dress was flowing in the wind, rhinestones glaring in the sun and I was hooked. I pulled over and rummaged through the 9.99/14.99 rack. Just as I got to a leopard print spandex minidress, a man from inside the store approached me with a "50% off" sign. Yes indeed, everything inside the store was half off, but all the cheap good out on the sidewalk, still clearence price.
I was intrigued by this point so I walked inside. I was not only greeted by the sounds of euro techno circa 1998 but a fountain. A friggin fountain in this tiny little store.
The man was very nice and attentive, offering me water or apple juice. I declined, although now I kind of wish I had some of the juice. The clothes being half off wasn't that much of a deal, because the prices were incredibly jacked up to begin with. Think semi-designer prices for (sometimes obvious) knock offs.
I felt bad, because the man was so nice so I felt obligated to buy something...anything. But I didn't want to try anything on, and I don't really remember there being a dressing room. (there had to be one, right?)
So I ended up buying leggings, which at 15 bucks a pop weren't so bad. Okay, and a pair of black flats at 30 bucks. They're kinda cute really but they have this weird gasoline smell to them.
It's a pretty interesting store, run by a really nice guy with a wife and little boy (whom I both met). The name Juterm, comes from his name and his wifes name put together, which kinda sounds like "Je 'tame" but not quite. If you're in the neighborhood, I'd say come in and take a look. I'm curious to hear other people's take on it. read more