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.