#Clothes Shop

[kupioptom]

Suit 2-piece Fabric: double knit Sizes: 42-44; 46-48 Color: gray Price: $15 USD, 600 UAH, 30 MDL Photo Real A basic suit with loose-fitting pants with a stitched seam in the front is a real find 😇 The voluminous sweater and high-waisted pants will visually make your legs longer and your waist slimmer ☺️ Source: https://t.me/MagazinOdezhdy/76988

[mebssann]

local old man finally gets new clothes

[incognitopolls]

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[litteleduds]

Tiny Trends: Adorable and Affordable Kids' Fashion at Our Online Clothing Store

Discover adorable and trendy kids' fashion Little Duds. From playful prints to comfy essentials, explore a vibrant collection of kids clothing stores that combines style and comfort. Find the perfect outfits for your little ones and make every moment memorable with our delightful range. Shop now for the latest in kids' fashion at Little Duds- where fun meets fashion.

[shopwitchvamp]

“Omg, I love these! They go up to size 6X AND they have pockets?! Wow!! But do you have anything longer?”

Sure do, no problem!!

“YES these are great!!! But what about.. longer?”

I gotcha!! Comin’ right up!

“Perfect! But I have just one more question… what if I’m feeling spicy? How about skirts that are even shorter than the first ones?!” Oh, you’re in luck! We’ve got minis now.

*wild cheering* /scene

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[barblaz-arts]

Gonna milk the fact that Charlie crushed on Vaggie first is canon as much as I can btw. I wanna know what living together was like for them for those few months for the sake of watching Charlie suffer.

[streetsofdublin]

MANNIX AND CULHANE AT THE CORNER

Apparently there was an upper storey which was demolished as the result of a incident on the street on the 31st Of January 1999.

WASHINGTON STREET AND SOUTH MAIN STREET Large old clothing store at 42 Washington Street, Cork, County Cork, Ireland. Apparently there was an upper storey which was demolished as the result of a incident on the street on the 31st Of January 1999. On the last day of 1999 Ms Aoife Bell (20), from Kerry Pike, just outside Cork city, was fatally injured when the parapet of two adjoining buildings…

[lazylittledragon]

and what if they got married. what then

[nonasuch]

got a batch of 1940s jackets for the shop and this is BY FAR the best of them

like. look at it! the pleating goes so hard.

[woodsmanwife]

Do you like this one piece?

[peacefulandcozy]

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[zephyrchama]

(A bit of OM! Mammon comforting MC. TW: Lots of crying? Depressive episode? No specific cause is mentioned, the reader is free to use their own scenario, but anyone who is uncomfortable with scenes of crying and being really upset might not like this one.)

The loud rustling of a plastic bag falling to the floor, its contents shifting noisily as they dropped, drew your attention. Mammon stood there dumbfounded.

He knew you were probably upset that he ate your ramen. He expected some harsh words, maybe a light berating and a slap on the wrist. That’s why he preemptively went and bought replacements. The spicy kind that he liked, some fancy new steak flavor that seemed cool, and a bunch of the tried and true classics. That way you’d have nothing to complain about.

He expected a cold shoulder. Playful teasing. A punishment, like having to eat one bowl with ten ultra spicy flavor packets. He never expected to find you curled up in tears. Eyes red and swollen. Your face looked pale with visible streaks trailing from your eyes and nose. Your expression remained a quivering frown when you weakly looked up, and it didn’t change as you buried it back into your knees.

How long had you been at this? he wondered. Was all this over a cheap pack of noodles?

Deep down somewhere, Mammon knew this wasn’t about the ramen. But he didn’t know what this was about, and it scared him.

You needed a tissue, or a glass of water, or a big hug. Mammon had no idea which to get first. He hadn’t even shrugged off his outdoor jacket yet. It slid down his shoulder as he scampered towards the kitchen for a glass, then stopped. He couldn’t leave you alone like this. His hands rooted around in his pockets which held only receipts and some loose change. No tissues or anything suitable for nose-blowing.

Up close, your shoulders shook. Your back heaved with every fresh sob. It tore his heart to little pieces. Your sleeves and the front of your top were soaking wet, no doubt from attempts to curb the crying. Mammon had a difficult time approaching you, unsure what to do or if he could even take being rejected when you obviously needed him.

Overthinking things was not his strong suit. Mammon didn't like the feeling of being stuck, of not having a plan. He was the kind of man with a goal in mind who always gets results. The goal right now was to see you smile, to eat some ramen and joke around. Most importantly, it was to get your mind off of whatever was currently happening. He wasn't going to change that by standing around like a fool.

"Hey." This wasn't his usual boisterous voice. It was a hushed tone filled with concern. You hardly acknowledged him, you had enough going on inside your head already and anything outside just felt like an afterthought. Mammon lowered himself next to you and fidgeted awkwardly with his jacket zipper. "What can I do?"

You weren't in a state to respond, that much was clear. Your answer was to shudder and hug your legs tight against your face.

Your knees were as soaked as your top. Seeing that was Mammon's last straw. He didn't want to be rough, but he was a man of action. He tried to coil an arm around your shaking shoulders, resolution only growing stronger when it caused you to cry harder.

"Knock that off, c'mere." Tough words never sounded gentler. You had no energy to move, but luckily, Mammon had plenty to spare as he brought you in to lean against his side and draped the edge of his jacket over you. You blindly cried against the first surface you could press your face against - his shirt. It smelled of deodorant.

"Don't forget, you're my responsibility, aight? When stuff like this happens, ya gotta come straight to me."

The silence wasn't as awful with Mammon around. It didn't feel suffocating. It took time, but the heartache began to fade. Your sobs became more infrequent. Mammon patiently waited the entire time, occasionally tugging you closer. Occasionally murmuring things like, "you're gonna have to use me as a tissue. I don't have any." Or, "just say the word, I'm gonna beat that sadness into a pulp. Gonna show it I'm the boss around here."

He may not be most eloquent of speakers, but he's got the right spirit.

Even after calming down, Mammon didn't budge and you remained locked against his side. Perhaps you still didn't have the strength to move yet, but you could manage to whisper out a grateful "thanks." A word that finally eased the pain tugging at Mammon's conscience.

He ruffled your hair and leaned down, placing his head against the top of yours. "I always tell ya, I'm the best. Call for me if this happens, ok?"

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[littlepiinkhood]

Buying makeup and clothes is actually way better than sex.

[shopwitchvamp]

"Omg, I love these! They go up to size 6X AND they have pockets?! Wow!! But do you have anything longer?"

Sure do, no problem!!

"YES these are great!!! But what about.. longer?"

I gotcha!! Comin' right up!

"Now that's what I'm talkin' about! But... how about if I'm feeling like it's the kinda day where I need my clothing to be bifurcated???"

Never fear, joggers are here!

*wild cheering*

/scene

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[marzipanandminutiae]

my mother, when the child she had to bribe with Barnes and Noble visits just to shop for new clothes every fall becomes a clothing history specialist and amateur dressmaker