Clancy’s Karnival Kostumes

I absolutely detest the smell of fancy dress shops. They smell like old feet, musty underarms and other people’s sweat. If I can avoid them, I do. But sometimes you get thrown a curve ball and you are invited to a party with the theme, «Retro space invaders take Hollywood,» and you need to find that perfect costume.
I had been invited to a 70s party and I wanted to look the part. So I made dad take me to Clancy’s to pick out the perfect outfit. The woman was perfectly pleasant but she didn’t have a whole lot of cool costumes and what she did show me was stuff I could have found at Red Dot for half the price. And it wasn’t cheap either. I think that’s the worst part, Having to dole out your hard earned money to «borrow» some clothes.
Think I may raid granny’s cupboard next time.