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Anonymous wrote:Kohl's, please!

VV and Walmart PP - thanks!

Savvy shopper and bargain hunter. Highly organized, pragmatic suburban mom with a mid level clerical position. Perpetually messy minivan (Mom’s Taxi) is the lone, glaring exception to Larlene’s “neatness counts” credo. DCs in Scouts, no sports. Larlene very involved in Scouts and is PTA treasurer.

Kohls is her go-to and she buys seasonally, in advance, for the entire family. Solo shopper. Used to take DCs but they were so disinterested and refused to try on anything so here she is pushing the mesh sided cart with each DC’s clothes kept in piles. They’ll wear what she buys. DC wear basics and hand me downs; navy snow jackets, Levi’s, long sleeved tees - the plainer, the better. No graphics, no message tees. One DC has a mildly concerning aversion to seamed socks, so extra time needed to search for a seamless brand.

Decorates seasonally and for every Hallmark holiday; has an entire drawer for wipe clean placemats. Seems to always buy a new picture frame for DC’s school picture - unintentionally established a gallery wall in the family room.

Larlene’s personal style? Her very fashionable older sister would say “five years behind the times” but Larlene would say she just likes what she likes. Still has bangs. Long hair that DH loves. Pulled back into a ponytail everyday. No makeup, ever. Recently discovered “comfort shoes” that she can alternate with her forgot-how-old-these-are Nike running shoes. Will wear black comfort shoes with her lone “dressy dress” - a printed wrap dress from 8 years ago for the office party potluck.

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Anonymous wrote:Supreme

"Why don't sneaker companies make more colorways in women's sizes?" she lamented to her boyfriend. He nodded in agreement, but was too immersed in his perfecting his latest SoundCloud mix to really hear her.

On an episode of Sex and The City, Carrie feared that she would literally be the old woman who lived in her shoe, having spent nearly $40,000 on designer heels. Our protagonist hasn't spent QUITE that much on her carefully curated collection of Supreme's rarest hoodies, tees. and collabs, but she certainly could have learned Mandarin and Arabic and trained for a triathlon and cooked her way through every Julia Child cookbook in the time she spent on line at the Supreme store in New York -- she almost missed her film final in her last semester at NYU -- and combing eBay for Supreme's '97 tee with the Burberry check in the box logo.

And although she felt the occasional pang of regret that she didn't have more money saved up at 30-something-ish (cough cough), she liked her bungalow in Mt. Rainier, and did she really want to live in Upper NW, where her brother and sister-in-law dressed her poor nephews in complimentary (not matching, because ew) Polo shirts and Brooks Brothers khakis? Decidedly no! She remembered when she and her brother would share a joint in the backyard, listening to Nas and Velvet Underground and Dead Kennedys and Dr. Dre and anything that wasn't Dave Matthews Band. Now her brother played golf and worried about his sodium intake.

Many of her contemporaries have moved on to Off-White, or to a more mature aesthetic, period. Her friend Lauren showed up at dinner last year in a vintage St. John (GAG!) jacket that belonged to her mother. WTF was THAT all about? She pictured Lauren driving off in the S-class Lauren's husband bought last year. Lauren, dressed like a docent, mouthing the words to every song on Paul's Boutique.

OMG. The creativity! The prose! VV poster, is this you? -Middleburg Tack Exchange poster

Well done to you too! Thank you! No, I am the Gorsuch poster from the first page or two. And also the Vince = Helen Solloway poster.

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Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:Supreme

"Why don't sneaker companies make more colorways in women's sizes?" she lamented to her boyfriend. He nodded in agreement, but was too immersed in his perfecting his latest SoundCloud mix to really hear her.

On an episode of Sex and The City, Carrie feared that she would literally be the old woman who lived in her shoe, having spent nearly $40,000 on designer heels. Our protagonist hasn't spent QUITE that much on her carefully curated collection of Supreme's rarest hoodies, tees. and collabs, but she certainly could have learned Mandarin and Arabic and trained for a triathlon and cooked her way through every Julia Child cookbook in the time she spent on line at the Supreme store in New York -- she almost missed her film final in her last semester at NYU -- and combing eBay for Supreme's '97 tee with the Burberry check in the box logo.

And although she felt the occasional pang of regret that she didn't have more money saved up at 30-something-ish (cough cough), she liked her bungalow in Mt. Rainier, and did she really want to live in Upper NW, where her brother and sister-in-law dressed her poor nephews in complimentary (not matching, because ew) Polo shirts and Brooks Brothers khakis? Decidedly no! She remembered when she and her brother would share a joint in the backyard, listening to Nas and Velvet Underground and Dead Kennedys and Dr. Dre and anything that wasn't Dave Matthews Band. Now her brother played golf and worried about his sodium intake.

Many of her contemporaries have moved on to Off-White, or to a more mature aesthetic, period. Her friend Lauren showed up at dinner last year in a vintage St. John (GAG!) jacket that belonged to her mother. WTF was THAT all about? She pictured Lauren driving off in the S-class Lauren's husband bought last year. Lauren, dressed like a docent, mouthing the words to every song on Paul's Boutique.

OMG. The creativity! The prose! VV poster, is this you? -Middleburg Tack Exchange poster

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:Supreme

"Why don't sneaker companies make more colorways in women's sizes?" she lamented to her boyfriend. He nodded in agreement, but was too immersed in his perfecting his latest SoundCloud mix to really hear her.

On an episode of Sex and The City, Carrie feared that she would literally be the old woman who lived in her shoe, having spent nearly $40,000 on designer heels. Our protagonist hasn't spent QUITE that much on her carefully curated collection of Supreme's rarest hoodies, tees. and collabs, but she certainly could have learned Mandarin and Arabic and trained for a triathlon and cooked her way through every Julia Child cookbook in the time she spent on line at the Supreme store in New York -- she almost missed her film final in her last semester at NYU -- and combing eBay for Supreme's '97 tee with the Burberry check in the box logo.

And although she felt the occasional pang of regret that she didn't have more money saved up at 30-something-ish (cough cough), she liked her bungalow in Mt. Rainier, and did she really want to live in Upper NW, where her brother and sister-in-law dressed her poor nephews in complimentary (not matching, because ew) Polo shirts and Brooks Brothers khakis? Decidedly no! She remembered when she and her brother would share a joint in the backyard, listening to Nas and Velvet Underground and Dead Kennedys and Dr. Dre and anything that wasn't Dave Matthews Band. Now her brother played golf and worried about his sodium intake.

Many of her contemporaries have moved on to Off-White, or to a more mature aesthetic, period. Her friend Lauren showed up at dinner last year in a vintage St. John (GAG!) jacket that belonged to her mother. WTF was THAT all about? She pictured Lauren driving off in the S-class Lauren's husband bought last year. Lauren, dressed like a docent, mouthing the words to every song on Paul's Boutique.

Anonymous wrote:Kohl's, please!

Anonymous wrote:Supreme

Anonymous wrote:I’m Vineyard Vines and Walmart poster. I’d write more but I truly have a limited scope and haven’t heard of some of the stores/designers.

Someone pitch me a softball here (mainstream/mid range/more common) and I’ll try it again. This is my stress relief.

BTW, I was one of the long-ago Baby Names/Life Story PP.

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Anonymous wrote:OK, this thread is great!

Boden

Larla is the consummate Anglophile - she has visited the UK not once but TWICE and loves Downton Abbey and The Crown. She even drinks tea! She is also quirky - lovably quirky, not annoyingly quirky. Larla wants everyone to know she wears imported European clothes and posts photos on Instagram of herself and her "littles", George and Caroline, sporting their Boden. Larla has gotten in several internet rumbles with moms stanning Hanna Andersson.

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Anonymous wrote:^ Oh, and my prompt is:

Talbots.

Middle-aged women who are tired of hunting around for appropriate clothing of decent quality, especially if they have out on a few pounds and/or don’t want their bra straps hanging out and their thighs not out there. Not trying to be hot, just respectably attired. Guilty as charged - has replaced Lord and Taylor as my go-to store of choice if I have an occasion where I must get something that will do today without going to a million stores.

Neiman Marcus

Woman who likes to shop and has good taste, but hates going into each store individually and looking at things. She knows exactly what she wants and it's all right there. Secretly shops the winter sale to get really good items she's been eyeing for a while. Gets her make-up and hair products there, too. It's her one-stop-shop. Definitely has a Virgo placement somewhere in her chart. Very well-spoken and articulate, can come off as serious but has a very relaxed personal style.

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Anonymous wrote:Dumbest thread ever.

Wal Mart shopper. DH former military, served two years but moving around and you being the trailing spouse just wasn’t for you. Unfortunately DH last assignment was at the Pentagon, so here you are, stuck in Prince William County in the 3 BR TH that was just going to be temporary. Ugh. You’re on Zillow constantly checking on your hometown zip code for your dream home you could buy for less than this TH is worth.

You hate the dc area with ever fiber of your being - people here are snobby, materialistic and overly concerned with appearances. DC wear licensed character clothing, look forward to an annual Disney trip, Kings Dominion Halloween and your annual Christmas card where the whole family wears Mickey ears or Rudolph noses. Your DD wears an array of seasonal headbands and ripped tutus to school. DS always has a crew cut, just like Daddy!

You used to sell LulaRoe. Still knock around in old LulaRoe and rain pots to run errands. Chipped glittery nail polish. Drives a Kia.

On point. You are amazing

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Anonymous wrote:I submit for your approval or disapproval and snarky comments, my beloved TJ Maxx.

Refuses to wear anything but black polyester that is covered in lint. Has gotten so many throw pillows over the years she doesn’t even remove the long white tags. Into table scaping. Got organized this year and now puts all her pumps in clear plastic bins piled high in her closet. You will not tear her laceless slip on sneakers out of her hands. Her skinny jeans are always stretched out.