In my notes, I have written down the name of a blog entry. Mother and daughter it says, but nothing else. I also have a picture to illustrate this entry on my tablet, but no memory of what this entry was supposed to be about. It was probably something smart, but that’s the problem with biting off more than I can chew (like I always do): waiting too long after the event to write about it equals memory loss and a forced style.
So I choose to accept that time has passed since I came home from Phoenix, and that I shouldn’t half-ass something just because. I’ll just upload the funny photo and go on to the final entry of this story of my travels in North America.
Anthropology, one of the coolest store chains in the US, had a beautiful dress. As it happens, both mom and I fell for it, but it turned out that there was only one dress left of the size that bot me and mom claimed to have. I got the dress, on account of being the one who tried it on first. It could have been pretty funny, though, if both of us had bought it.
Katja Malmborg 