the doctor's was situated near the toorak-chapel intersection, so i decided, upon exiting the surgery, that i would administer some retail therapy upon myself.
i must have walked into ten shops on chapel st., not one store having a jumper which was within my price range (yes, I DO HAVE ONE) and/or looked good. good being neo-conservative.
i then decided to commute by train to the city, hoping that i would have a better chance in this fashion district. i must have walked through another ten stores, before finding a store (sportscraft) that i had shortlisted yesterday as possibly having good (once again, neo-conservative) jumpers.
the elusive jumper was not such anymore. and the medium was a perfect fit also.
hang on shoulders: perfect
chest size: perfect
jumper ride-up: minimal.
the last criterion is the most important when trying on jumpers. i'm sure that everybody must have experienced jumper-ride up after sitting down. some jumpers are good in this facet, and some perform dismally.
i layed out the jumper on the glass counter, twiddling with pollexes, waiting for the sales assistant to finish talking on the telephone.
she zapped the barcode with her gun.
"thats $79.95"
i was perplexed.
she, seeing the confused look on my face, told me it was on sale. wow. a great jumper AND on sale. could the day get any better?
it could. i stood there, talking to the check-out chick (who was certainly worth checking out) about melbourne and its lack of fashion stores which cater for the conservative class. what may have seemed like mere confabulation to the uneducated sticky beak, was an informed exchange of views between two people on international fashion.
ahh...a great day. and just a few minutes ago, alex invited me over to her place. wow. something needs to screw this day up. its too perfect. wait. i had an injection. great, its all smooth sailing from here.
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