On an ordinary day - I wake up, pull on a pair of partially-torn black stockings and scrounge around for a skirt that will not fly away in Grahamstown’s ever changing weather, decide which black t-shirt is clean and head out to lectures with messy hair and no time for breakfast. On Tuesday 27th October, I did things a bit differently…
I was wearing jeans because my washing pile was almost putting Mount Everest to shame. The weather was hot. Cold. And then… hot again! Tabby and I therefore decided to walk to Steers for one of their amazing R3 soft serve ice-creams. The result of this was that we went on a spontaneous shopping expedition. Not the usual shopping, which was what I was planning on doing since I needed washing powder, but the ‘girl-kind’. The “getting stuck in small changing rooms, touching every item as you wander past isles of clothing, shoes, underwear, makeup, anything of interest, then pausing to go back yet again in case you have missed something” type of shopping.
In the magical land of Mr. Price, I came across a dress, of colours not red, black or white. Without even a thought of the journalism assignment, I decided it may be a good idea to broaden my horizons and my wardrobe, just a tad.
When I reported back to my peers in my journalism tutorial, and told them of my new experience, and the fact that I had bought a dress that was not black and was indeed a summer dress, their response was astonishing. In High School Musical unison, everyone turned to face me and said, “WHAT!?”
People who hardly knew me were perplexed and couldn’t believe their ears. I found the whole experience highly entertaining.
I now have a new dress, which took an hour to decide upon, and a story to tell many people.
I was wearing jeans because my washing pile was almost putting Mount Everest to shame. The weather was hot. Cold. And then… hot again! Tabby and I therefore decided to walk to Steers for one of their amazing R3 soft serve ice-creams. The result of this was that we went on a spontaneous shopping expedition. Not the usual shopping, which was what I was planning on doing since I needed washing powder, but the ‘girl-kind’. The “getting stuck in small changing rooms, touching every item as you wander past isles of clothing, shoes, underwear, makeup, anything of interest, then pausing to go back yet again in case you have missed something” type of shopping.
In the magical land of Mr. Price, I came across a dress, of colours not red, black or white. Without even a thought of the journalism assignment, I decided it may be a good idea to broaden my horizons and my wardrobe, just a tad.
When I reported back to my peers in my journalism tutorial, and told them of my new experience, and the fact that I had bought a dress that was not black and was indeed a summer dress, their response was astonishing. In High School Musical unison, everyone turned to face me and said, “WHAT!?”
People who hardly knew me were perplexed and couldn’t believe their ears. I found the whole experience highly entertaining.
I now have a new dress, which took an hour to decide upon, and a story to tell many people.
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