Missoni for Target

I woke up early, made myself a cup of coffee, put on a little mascara and kissed Peter goodbye.  I was off to Target to snag some of the new Missoni for Target items. Well, as it turns out, 9:30 is too late to show up.  I walked in, saw the signs towering over the other garments on the floor and rushed over.  A knot was born in the pit of my stomach.  Everything was gone. CLEANED OUT.  The store opened at 8 and by 9:30 it was completely clear.  My phone vibrated so I picked it up and saw that Groupon is having a mani-pedi deal and out of pure sadness and slight depression, I bought it.  I know, this is all stupid white girl problems. 
     Women in the store were hoarding the dresses and scarves, collecting in corners auctioning off the last pair of a size 5.5 woman's shoe.  One woman was attempting to wear a child's dress because it was all that was left.  It felt like this was the female mob and we were pushing weight on the black market.  Who needs a human kidney when the coveted blue maxi dress was at stake!

"Are you looking for Missoni?" 
"Yes!" 
"OK follow me.." one said as she burned the shopping cart rubber.
(almost a full out sprint to the vacuum cleaner isle)
"It looks like you only have kids stuff in there" 
"I have bedding too!! I don't think I'm taking it either!" 
"YES!!" the other yelled.

  As I walked around the store looking as if my dog just died, I continued to cross things off my list.  I bought the fancy toilet paper because Peter gets mad when I buy the cheap stuff.  I looked forward to picking out my first ever bottle of Mrs. Myers hand soap.  I'm officially Brooklyn now.  I finally cracked a half ass smile when I saw a big bottle of environmentally friendly laundry detergent was on sale. 
  I text Perry when I got home to tell her of my terrible morning.  Well, I always have target.com! Here's what I got:

 

Crashed servers.  

Maybe I'm not meant to have anything. Maybe I'm throwing Bushwick's biggest pity party and no one's invited. Just me.

Here's a look from the collection.

 

Damnit.