Walking into Zara during a SALE is best described as the happiest intoxication. All inhibitions are lowered and I let myself fall in love with every piece I see before even circling the store once. I've learned to try every piece on and do a few laps around the store before entering the check-out line. It's the only way to save me (and my wallet) from walking out with half the store. In my mind, this is how I determine that I am walking out with the true "winners."
EXHIBIT A: these feathered destroyed denim black jeans. Obsessed.