In their display window

Fashion "I never make it to Oxford Street. I go to Whistles in Covent Garden...5 seconds from my front door. I've often coveted the things in their display window on the way to Tesco. Everything is on sale. I fight my way in. Women are expertly whipping through the racks of skirts and belts, their men leaning against the walls: arms crossed, the space between their spread-eagled ankles packed with shopping bags. I tentatively select a dress, then a skirt. I'm getting the hang of this. I go for a blouse, but another girl sideswipes me for it. My glasses fly off my face and crash onto the floor, broken. I am resolute. I swipe them up, put the pieces in my change purse and continue shopping." -- Daneeta Loretta Saft goes shopping

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