Ah folks, the change of seasons is coming. It’s wonderful outside today, partly cloudy and a high of 20°. There are lots of new winter clothes coming into the bazaar, so let’s get started digging through them.
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This is a maternity shirt… er, I don’t know what else to say about it. Once you know that, though, it gives a new meaning to “inside from the lost world.”
That’s great, because I was getting tired of all this conventional anonymous fame.
I was, until I got a good dose of unconventional personalised fame. Now I’m okay.
It’s kind of like clay pigeons— a more humane alternative to hunting a real fox.
I love everything about this, but especially the “partir au pause.”
I know you can’t see it because it’s white embroidery on a white background, but the word next to “little” is “builder.” Yeah, “finger little builder.” Let’s move on. Quickly.
There’s so much about the children’s clothing in this country that makes me cringe, but if I could choose only one thing to ban, I would get them to stop putting the word “pleasure” on shirts for little girls. About half the shirts you see for under-10s have the word “pleasure” on them somewhere, and even though there’s nothing wrong with that word per se, something about the way it’s used freaks me a out a little.
This is actually funny because it’s true, but I’ve never heard a tow truck referred to as a saviour car.
I couldn’t believe this— on the table where I found this there were literally hundreds of different items, shirts and pants and skirts and bags and socks and underwear, all with that same embroidered outline of a lady’s head, and all with the same address. I looked it up when I got home, and as it turns out, 1400 Alton Road in Miami Beach is a Gold’s Gym. The phone number is correct, also. None of the clothing items had any company name anywhere on them, just the lady and the address.
Honourable mention: I saw a bra today with embroidered writing on the cups— one cup said “everyday” and the other one said “someday.” I tried to get a photo, but the bra was hanging up above the tables and I couldn’t get close enough to it. But I thought you needed to know about it anyway.
If you want to see more of these, the bazaar archive is here, and if you want some Turklish of your own you can find it over at the store. See you guys tomorrow.