Girl: I really like her coat.
Me: *looks in reflection in the window and realises she’s looking at me*
Other Girl: Yeah.
Girl: I wonder where she got it.
Other Girl: Mmmm.
Me: *wonders if can be bothered to go through the whole ‘it’s vintage’ rigmarole with a drunk girl, albeit one with excellent taste, at 2am*
Girl: I want to ask her where she got it.
Other Girl: Don’t do that.
Girl: But I really want to know. Maybe I can ask the girl next to her to ask her.
Other Girl: That’s even worse, just don’t do it.
Girl: But we’re about to get off the bus, then I’ll never know where she got it from.
Other Girl: I know. But that’s what life is all about.
Girl: Yeah, I guess.
Liz Eggleston 
I would have told her!
So would I, had I not been so distracted by listening to the conversation….I was sat wondering why it would be so unseemly to ask me, remembering it’s happened to me before and that I have been known to do it once or twice. Thus I was so distracted I didn’t even think to turn around and tell her….
Silly girls!
“I know. But that’s what life is all about.”…life is about not finding out about things?! Crikey, now I know what I’m doing wrong! LMAO!I do enjoy people enjoying the fashion that I clearly love so much, but it freaks me out when people randomly approach me to ask about things I’m wearing, or my hair, or my weird make-up. You know how bizarre I tend to be and seeing as I live up north where people talk to you it happens rather a lot.Mostly I send my time having to smile politely while people recall having “one just like that in the 70s” while inside I’m screaming “it’s early season 1965!!!!”It’s possibly a good thing the girl didn’t ask. You’d have said vintage, they’d have mentioned Top Shop or hacking up of vintage to create new things, you’d have killed them and we’d have read all this in the newspaper while you were asking how darling Mr O’Dowd was getting on in the next block.
Way to say mysterious! Love the blog.