Right before I turned 24, my parents came into the city and treated me to a day of shopping. We hit up a ton of stores around Union Square and Soho, but for some reason it was a total bust. Except for the new Kate Spade purse my dad bought me (praise), I wasn’t able to find any good clothes. Nothing seemed to fit right, even when they were my size. Too loose. Too tight. Too short. Too long. After at least 5 different stores, we just gave up and got a drink.
