A stream-of-consciousness blog about life, food, language, and the painfully beautiful world we often overlook.
Sunday, 5 August 2012
two birds one stone
I went for coffee and a $1 pick. I got coffee. And the pick. Also corn and zucchini fritters. And a frock. And a conversation with the designer of the print of my frock who talked about colours and patterns and adding a leopard. And a peek into the background of the sales assistant who said she was born for retail; that she'd had 4 barbies growing up, and over 400 outfits. She loves talking about clothes and finding the right things for people. She knows she could have a better paying job, but she loves what she does so much, why would she?
I went for coffee and a $1 pick. I came away with a lot more.