What is it about clothes that make us women lose our minds? I set out this morning with no intention of spending any money. Which I don’t have, incidentally. My intention was to buy a newspaper and a cup of coffee. And window shop. One of the last pleasures left to women with no money.
I walked past Wizards Vintage.
Out of the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of them - irresistible, knee high, lace ups boots. Leather softer than a feather. As I stared at them, I distinctly heard voices - ‘Sandi, Sandi… feel us, touch us, bring us your tired feet…’
The two salesmen see me coming. They preen at the entrance. They smile invitingly, gliding around, hauling out a veritable array of winter fashion. Before I know it, I’m trying everything on. They tell me how gorgeous I look, each item better than the last.
‘We have a lovely black skirt to go with those boots,’ they say. ‘And a top to die for. A jacket to match the skirt. And this gorgeous camisole for under. A lacy black bra. And stockings. And panties. And a hairdo. Manicure. A wax…’
They give me a glass of Dom Perignon as I try on. And another. And another. For a moment I forget why I’m there, we’re laughing so much, drinking our champagne, talking about how perfect I am.
I like these two men. I think we’ll be friends.
I leave, overladen with bags.
I get home. Tell my boyfriend sit down while I give him a fashion show.
He is not like the two men at Wizards Vintage. He does not tell me how beautiful I look. Or how perfect I am. He does not give me champagne. Instead, he gives me some advice.
‘Take it all back now. Or I will leave you…’
I don’t think I like that advice.
As I return everything to the two very disappointed salesmen, I realise - I prefer them to myboyfriend.
But it makes no difference. I leave. With my newspaper, cup of coffee, a small hangover and a Monday filled with regrets. I would’ve looked so good in those boots…
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