It wasn't until about three years ago that I got Juicy fever.
Maybe it's because their clothes' body skimming ruffles are more flattering than the Pam and Gela get credit for, or maybe it's because I never truly grew out of Barbies (and only pretended to so I wasn't ostracized by my peer group), but I seriously just can't deny the instinctual pull to all things Juicy Couture.
Despite the fact that I've had to reinforce the signature buttons to my Juicy Couture coat over three times now, or that their Customer Services team has, after numerous requests, yet to send me replacement buttons those escapee buttons (which are definitely corroding in the gutters in the East Village right now), I can't bring myself to unsubscribe from their mailing list, for fear of missing out on cutie-patootie stuff like this.
I just thank God I don't have a dog or a baby. Then I'd really be up to my eyes in crown-emblazoned dog beds and diaper bags.
What's your take on Juicy?
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