Saturday afternoon in Carnaby Street

MissM
"I am going shopping in Carnaby Street
for vintage chic.
Do you want to come too?"

MrsM tries to pause for a moment
to give the impression that
she is thinking about it
but gasps
"ohYESpleasethankyouforaskingmeshallwegorightnow?"

And so here they are in Carnaby Street
enjoying the razzle-dazzle of Saturday afternoon,
walking into small vintage boutiques,
looking through rails of carefully selected clothes
and collections of designer shoes
and fingering the costume jewellery.

MrsM is quite overwhelmed
by the shop assistant on rollerskates
and the till lady with her hair tied up in a scarf
and the rack of vintage swimsuits
and the display of Hawaiian shirts
and the man in the straw boater and two-tone shoes
and the Laura Ashley dresses that she recognises. Ahem.
It is all too much fun.

Fortunately MissM is not distracted
and sees exactly the dress that she wants in a window display
and is not intimidated by the ultra-stylish Japanese manager
and politely requests to try it on.
It fits perfectly.

MissM and MrsM walk out of
Marshamallow Mountain
with a bright red 50's day dress.

Now all they have to do is find some shoes...