Fresh Air (The Blueberry)

I finally got out of that nasty camp, well at least for a couple of hours. I was walking around town, approaching the mall, with my credit card in hand. "Let's see if we can break our money spending record," I muttered to myself.

Sauntering to the Chanel shop, I stopped to admire myself in the store window. I was wearing a nude colored, slim fitting, knee length dress, coral heels, an Oscar de la Renta pink clutch, and a pink pearl clip in my hair was truly a good choice of clothes, in my opinion. I made my way into the store, exited at what I might find.