Great Heights

Ever since my good pal Malki* got an apartment in the Heights, she's had a new-found obsession with bedding. Most of our conversations online involved her sending me links to different kinds of sheets, comforters and all that jazz. Repeatedly I explained to her that we will have to find some time to swing by Target(pronounced tar-get, not tar-jay)and check out their shmatahz(rags). Amongst the many many links, there was one from Delias. It was this light pink paisley-esque kinda thing that cost way too much considering it was made out of paper. I told her that she absolutely could not buy it, and then I continued to make fun of her for actually being interested in the first place.
This past Wednesday was "Day with a merchant" over in my buying workshop course. Basically they set you up with a buyer to follow around for the day, it's a cool concept. At random, I didn't get assigned to Bergdorf's or Foot Locker, rather I got Delia's! More specifically, Alloy. Just some background on these guys. They are catalogs, the kind that came free with my (Seven)Teen(People) magazines when I was 13. More than anything, I always wanted to order clothing from them, specifically their long corduroy cargo skirt in olive green, yet I was never allowed to because it was overpriced junk and I was just restricted from catalog orders because you never know how it's going to fit. As a result, I resented the company for years. (Just a thought, but can someone please help me bring cargo pockets back on the scene? They are so McUseful!)
Anyway, I spent the day at Alloy and it turned out to be lotsa fun and working for catalogs happen to be really cool etc. But after a long day at work, I had to go to Anthro to see when I'm working next(of course I'm working Weds before Thanksgiving, if any co-workers are reading this and want to cover, call me ASAP)and I was at the front getting my employee checkout. Anyone who's visited me before or just asked me how Anthro is would know that I'm kinda scared of the store manager, she's awesome, just a tough chica. She was looking through my bag doing my checkout, when she saw an Alloy magazine. I was mortified.