May Fly
I figured I would try to get some souvenirs for people and I much prefer the idea of supporting local Irish artists and buying something interesting over paying for a made-in-china, piece-of-shit, guinness-bottle-keychain that no one -and I mean no one- is ever actually happy to receive.
Along the way I wandered into a shop called Tola Vintage that is filled entirely with secondhand clothing from the 90's. Floor length, daisy print dresses that your teacher used to wear; oversized denim pants that simultaneously make your ass look flat and your hips enormous; obscenely printed bomber jackets that look like something straight out of Nickelodeon... on meth.
Fownes Street Upper
Somehow it all worked. I walked through only intending to check out the space (essentially a basement with color blocked walls and a floor brimming with unsorted heaps of nylon and denim), when amongst the rubble I spotted a pair of striped, high-waisted shorts. I went to try them on without even checking the size (and therefore only half expecting them to fit) when -to my surprise- they fit! Like a glove.
A glove on a very fat hand...
"You'll lose weight," I thought, "You can wear them in the summer!"
Then I came to my senses, set them down like a good girl and was about to leave the store when I ran into the owner and one of his salesgirl/clothing models. Apparently Tola Vintage is the number 2 boutique on Asos Marketplace and they were taking a break from a photo shoot for their latest shipment.
Among my many gifts I have the uncanny ability to spot a Nigerian.
"How did you guess that?"
"Eh, it's a thing,"
He was very nice and we ended up talking for a long while. Though I don't remember what we talked about I recall thinking, "Wow it is so easy to converse with strangers when… well, when you're not in the states."
I ended up buying the shorts.
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