Regular readers of this blog might readily believe that I would go to the ends of the earth for a great pair of shoes; would you swallow, though, that I would cycle for 30 minutes just to find a shop that sells a top with a great name which I saw in a magazine? Unluckily, they were sold out in my size (phoning ahead might have been good planning, but recklessness of thought and deed was my watchword today) and in any case, it was an A$180 top that, though lovely, was in no way necessary.
The 30 minute cycle ride was to
Paddington; the shop,
Bracewell; the top is pictured
here (click on 7 under "Queens of the Speedway"; it's the purple one for preference although there's also a rather unappealing Dijon mustard hue), and the name, HARLOT YES BUT TRAITOR NEVER, allegedly the last words spoken by
Mata Hari.
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2 comments:
How did you know what the whole top looked like? [she says suspiciously].
Let me know if you find some famous (last or otherwise) words that fit with my name. "A Claire of little brain" is wearing rather thin.
Teach us to Claire and not to Claire/Teach us to sit still...
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