A Tale of Two Shopping Centres…

I wore this dress on Monday.  To work and to do a few errands around town.  I was walking through Cresta Shopping Centre (for my and everyone else’s sins) and a group of rugby shorts wearing Afrikaans student boys walked past me and said, ‘What is she wearing? Who does she think she is? Ha ha ha ha’.  Now I’m a Janse van Vuuren (admittedly a very English one) but I know  Afrikaans meanies when I see them.  Sadly friends, I had no retort, no clever, snappy Cougar-esque remark.  I just turned scarlet and ducked into Truworths even though that wasn’t where I was headed.

Cut to Melrose Arch (Cresta wishes it was Melrose Arch), walking kind of sheepishly and keeping a watchful eye for rugby shorts and 2002 mullets, when a man walks up to me.  A youngish, sweet looking guy, Noah Wyle’s little brother perhaps.  “Excuse me”, he says, as I go the colour of a tourist who fell asleep in the sun. “That’s a really great dress.  You look really nice.”

There is a moment where I am about to shout, ‘Ah ha’, and launch into my Cresta/mullet/meanie story but instead I go more scarlet, thank him and keep on walking exactly where I was headed.

This is kind of an outfit post.  Here comes the scarlet again.  Ameezing.

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