Today:
After uni, on the way to Lilian's place in Balwyn North (I had to help with a photoshoot for a publication) I went to Myer.
I found a pair of the most amazing shoes. I went to the counter to ask for them in my size and stood in line behind this woman wearing the most impossibly high-waisted sand-coloured jeans. While I stared at the the back of the woman's streaky blonde-haired head, pondering where exactly one finds high-waisted sand-coloured jeans these days other than in Terri Irwin's closet, I hear the cashier ask the woman "So did you bring little Bob with you?". The woman then replied in an American accent.
I was actually standing behind Terri Irwin.
I bought astroturf green hair-on leather flats in the presence of Terri Irwin and I felt unjustifiably and hypocritically guilty.
But who cares, they are fucking amazing.
I found a pair of the most amazing shoes. I went to the counter to ask for them in my size and stood in line behind this woman wearing the most impossibly high-waisted sand-coloured jeans. While I stared at the the back of the woman's streaky blonde-haired head, pondering where exactly one finds high-waisted sand-coloured jeans these days other than in Terri Irwin's closet, I hear the cashier ask the woman "So did you bring little Bob with you?". The woman then replied in an American accent.
I was actually standing behind Terri Irwin.
I bought astroturf green hair-on leather flats in the presence of Terri Irwin and I felt unjustifiably and hypocritically guilty.
But who cares, they are fucking amazing.