Tonight, we did like the rest of Dubai and went to the mall. Every single child under 12 was weaving erratically on the thoroughfares, strapped to those horrible wheeled sneakers that they all seem to have these days. It's like battling pint-sized versions of the Roller-Derby-meets-the-Gimp "wheelers" from Return to Oz. Very creepy. Very hard on the knees.
Rampaging kids aside, we enjoyed walking around and looking at all the designer what-not. C got a new tie to match some recently-purchased work shirts, which, in a stunning departure, are not blue. They are tan. I resolved not to buy anything but to give more business to Hitesh, a talented tailor with a shop in the Satwa district who whips me up cool, unique new tops n' frocks, sized-to-fit.
And speaking of sized-to-fit, let me share with you a little exchange I had while perusing "Apple Bottoms," the shop (and fashion line) created by Nelly of hip-hop fame. I didn't see any band-aids for sale, but took a quick look at the jeans (very glittery on the whole). They're supposedly designed to fit curvier women, so I was wondering if they'd be suitable for my dimensions. As I was looking at the various styles, a saleswoman approached and I said, "So these are the jeans that are supposed to be good for curvy women like me, right?"
And she replied sweetly, "Yes. For women with big asses."
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