by Rachel J Fenton
They fit perfectly. You can’t believe it.
They fit perfectly. You can’t believe it.
‘This never happens to me.’
The assistant asks if you need a bag. Not any more, you think, and say you’ll keep them on. She kneels, and though she’s only removing the tag you still take it as a sign.
‘And your old ones?’
‘I won't be needing them anymore.’
You go back a week later. Your old ones are in the window. You can’t see the price on the tag, only the words: Once Worn; New to You. Someone inside the shop is pointing to them. You knock on the glass, shake your head and call out,
‘You don't want those, they were mine’.
She smiles.
You want to explain but it’s getting cold and you need to find a new coat – new to you – to go with the new you.
This so captures the incredible thrill of a new find, and the need to change and reinvent ourselves, many times with bits of someone else. Beautiful, Rachel.
ReplyDeleteWhoa. All the air expelled from my lungs, Rae. Talk about hitting all of my spots in one fell swoop! Thank you. Love you. (At least partially) understand you. Admire you.
ReplyDeleteGosh, thank you, ladies! Made me blush.
ReplyDeletelove this! I can feel the thrill..
ReplyDeleteHope November's not too late to say thank you, Cat!
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