“I had a dream about you. You wanted to go shopping for shoes, and I suggested we go to the bowling alley. Where else can you go to rent such stylish shoes and have a FREE game of bowling thrown in? ”
~ Jarod Kintz
I did something marvellous yesterday. I went shopping!
That may not sound very exciting to you, but let me explain. For the past decade I’ve lived mostly in my pyjamas, or at-home clothes. My husband drives me everywhere. Thank you, congestive heart failure and lyme disease for turning me into a fashion tragic. Shopping with Ben is never fun, it’s a chore that must be done efficiently and include hardware, electronics and possibly tractor parts or farm supplies.
Yesterday Ben dropped me at a big shopping mall in Brisbane, where I met my sister. She had already scoped out the shops online, and in two hours we managed to buy me the makings of a new wardrobe. Simone is a marvel, with a natural eye for colour and line. She gets the whole ‘style’ thing in a way that shall always remain beyond me.
We selected according to my colour fan (I’m a Light Spring), tried on, adjusted sizes and then bought. A dress, tunic tops, camisoles in jewel colours, some tailored pants, a light trenchcoat with a hood that makes me feel a little like a fairy tale character. It was fun, and easy, and not a socket, sprog or item of hardware in sight.
At lunch we met our mother for yum cha, and discussed empaths and sociopaths over dumplings, tea and custard tarts. Then we headed for the makeup counter, tried on some lovely new lippy, bought some, hugged and parted ways.
In four hours I got more shopping pleasure than I have had in years. And now I won’t have to wear pyjamas when I run my next retreat in a few weeks time. Hurrah!
