Vintage Tat
I went vintage shopping a few weeks ago with Kitty who was after an 80s dress in the taffeta, ruched, puffy bridesmaid style typical of the era. Our trawl through all the vintage boutiques and secondhand shops on Chapel St in Windsor brought us eventually to Round Helen’s. (Formerly ‘Fat Helen’s’, the ‘Fat’ has been crossed out and replaced with the more friendly adjective.)
While Kitty was inside the rusty tin space rocket (the changing room) trying on a number of frocks, I was busily photographing all the bric-a-brac and tat on the glass shelves all around me. The somewhat addled young shop assistant nervously tittered about Princess Diana, and what an influential icon she had been (in a tone that suggested that though she was far removed from such reverence, she was quite adept at making cultural observations).
As her eyes darted about from one thing to another, I edged surreptitiously away from her until Kitty emerged somewhat dishevelled from the cramped quarters of the space vessel. There were some promising candidates, but we made good our escape. And fortunately Kitty was to find her destiny in one of the other junk shops further down the street.