I was on the hunt this week for a tattoo choker. My other one snapped in half, and the beads exploded everywhere -- it was a disaster. I don't want to talk about it, whatever.
Like any sensible girl raised on scrunchies would do, I headed to the nearest Claire's (also because Limited Too is called something lame different now). Not only were they out of stock, I soon learned what nightmares awaited me. Claire's Accessories had changed since the '90s.
The mood-ring selection was horrifyingly tiny. The keychains contained pictures of men who were not Leonardo DiCaprio. And there were no alien iron-on patches -- anywhere.
I know.
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Soon after my panic attack, I found the one section of Claire's that will aways remain the same, the Claire's constant: the bridal section. All is well.
