A Hole Lotta Something

Last Saturday, after the fashion workshop on vintage fabrics, I decided to stop in the city on the way home and do some vintage shopping (but naturally) – in spite of the disagreeable, monsoon-like weather conditions.

I ventured into Retro Star and spent a pleasant hour or so, perusing the wares and trying on a few garments. But it was the orange and blue polkadot silk scarf wrapped around a mannequin belt-fashion that had captured my fancy.

There was only one problem: it had a little hole and pull in one end. I eyed it doubtfully. Was it worth paying $22 for a holey – albeit charming – silk scarf? After much dithering, I decided to purchase it, but I would present them with the hole and eye them expectantly. They discounted it to $15. Bargain!

Later that afternoon, after a chance meeting with a friend in Little Collins St, I was invited to partake of refreshment at a family gathering. I proudly showed my friend and new acquaintance my little polkadotted beauty – and then took several minutes to find the hole. “I’m sure there’s one somewhere here…”

It transpired that the hole is only visible when one pulls the fabric quite taut. My friends laughed with me. I call it a hole lotta bargain!