I'll sleeve your crying shoulders...
No, don't actually shrug. Check out my shrug!
Bask in its armtastic gloriousity and shadowy, non-existent midsection! I used to wear these things all the time around 2000. I had a black one that went everywhere with me. I begrudgingly gave it up when I realized it was out of style and branding me a fan of millennial fare like American Pie 2 and Dude, Where's My Car? And I would never DARE watch ANY of those films alone on my couch with my shrug and autographed O-Town poster and baby butterfly claw clips and Edwin McCain album. Nope. NOT THIS GIRL.
Ahem. Imagine my excitement when I saw this hot pink shrug on the rack at Forever XXI at International Plaza Wednesday night! A real live back sleeve, returned from exile for me to buy!
I know some people think they're weird, but I've always liked the neckline shrugs create. Plus, nothing works better in a pinch when you JUST NEED SLEEVES. Like, when you're going to church. Or when you're walking into an industrial meat freezer. Oh when you're riding in a parade that requires a lot of waving, an act which spotlights the uncontrollable arm fat that has you THIS CLOSE to the edge of Self Esteem Canyon and Nature Park.
You better believe I snatched up that shrug. Make fun of me all you want. Oops, gotta run. There's a Freddie Prinze Jr. marathon on TBS.
~ Deal Diva Stephanie