The flyers were up everywhere, just as Lydia had said they would be. They advertised a sale at A Stitch in Time, with winter clothing 25% off. Considering the state of Kacey's winter wardrobe (non-existent), she?d decided it was worth stopping in, at least. With her jacket ruined, she would have to find a replacement or make do without ? and doing without meant picking up a few sweaters without holes worn through.
Kacey hated shopping. Hated trying on clothes, hated looking at herself in a mirror ? especially that. And between that loathing and the thin state of her wallet, she didn?t expect to be in the store long. In and out, just long enough to pick up the cheapest sweaters that would fit and maybe a scarf and gloves if they were to be had.
So she entered the store warily, hands in her pockets to keep them warm, and paused just inside the door, looking for the racks or shelves with sweaters.
Kacey hated shopping. Hated trying on clothes, hated looking at herself in a mirror ? especially that. And between that loathing and the thin state of her wallet, she didn?t expect to be in the store long. In and out, just long enough to pick up the cheapest sweaters that would fit and maybe a scarf and gloves if they were to be had.
So she entered the store warily, hands in her pockets to keep them warm, and paused just inside the door, looking for the racks or shelves with sweaters.