The other day I was enjoying a couple of my favourite pastimes – having a coffee and people watching. And I was enjoying these at the same time in one of my favourite little eateries. I call it an ‘eatery’ because I don’t classify it as a café and it certainly isn’t a restaurant, and snack bar just doesn’t seem to fit.
I digress (and I’m only one paragraph in!).
She Who Must Be Obeyed and I had been trawling round the shops looking for nothing in particular and had decided to stop for a break. Don’t you just love aimless shopping! 😦 So we called into grab a coffee for me and a tea for her.
Sitting upstairs looking out of the first floor window, I noticed something I must have stared at several times before but it hadn’t registered. Either that or the shop opposite had changed the two window displays.
Maybe I had always been too busy watching the people pass by to actually notice the ‘wares’ in the window. Or should that be ‘wears’? All will be revealed.
Actually, that’s not a good turn of phrase considering the ‘wares’.
And stare as I might, I couldn’t figure (again probably not the best word to use) out the logic behind the displays. Just what was this shop? The picture it was painting (bit of a clue there) was abstract to say the least.
I pointed it out to She Who Must Be Obeyed, but she wasn’t really interested, as she had found the holiday section in the paper she was reading. Although she did offer a cursory glance towards the window and grinned slightly, before uttering the dismissive phrase “yes darling, odd isn’t it” and then promptly returned to the paper.
So I was left to wonder (almost a hint there too).
I suppose really, I ought to let you in on my little quandary as to how this shop could be classified.
Firstly, the name of the shop would not be any sort of indication as to its trading type. It was just a surname – presumably of the owner. A bit like saying I’m off to Harrods or Selfridges to an alien. Nothing in the name gives us a clue as to what they actually sell.
The shop has a centre doorway with a window display on either side. One side, if you haven’t already guessed, had paintings displayed. Each of them with a hefty price tag. Some paintings were reasonable, others not so, but art is down to personal taste and we don’t all appreciate the same things, so what I think reasonable, others may hate.
So what of the other window?
Well, again if you haven’t already guessed, I should leave you no longer to wonder – bras!
Yes, that’s right – a shop selling artwork and bras!
Not artwork of bras. No, the artwork was mostly scenes of poppy fields or harbours. And the bras, well, they were just bras. Some of them may have had little flowers on them, but they were on the whole functional items of clothing rather than objects to be displayed and looked at.
I may be missing something, but ladies, when you go out to buy a new bra, do you naturally think of buying a painting with it?
Or when you’re looking for something to hang on the wall to fill a void, do you think of a bra?
Next time I go to the bakery, I’ll look for some underwear. Surely they would have something for your buns! 😉