Lately I’ve developed a liking for disco balls.
Everyday, on the way home from school, the bus makes a stop in front of a store on Main Street called “Trendybucks”- apart from the typical random bargain store fare- the window display is littered with giant, gleaming disco balls. I promised myself that I would go in as soon as I finished my summer semester.
And then yesterday, Freepeople posted a picture on Instagram of the creative director’s clothes rack with a giant disco ball just sitting on the floor next to it.
Now all I want is a disco ball.