There’s a store in Kensington Market that I pop into on occasion. And every time I do, I come away feeling good.
Welcome to Soma.
Yesterday, outside, I met a very kind older gentleman. We chatted for a bit. I guessed correctly that he was the owner’s father. During our conversation I asked him the meaning of the store’s name. He couldn’t tell me, but instead, directed me indoors.
I approached the proprietor. We’d met a few times before. Although comfortable with each other, I still didn’t know how to address her. “What does ‘Soma’ mean?”
“The Moon God,” she replied.
The store is simple, but I think it’s beautiful. Small, and…Packed. I’m inclined to think they need a larger space.
Nevertheless, whenever I’m there, I feel happy. Even though these days I can’t afford to purchase much of anything.
Yesterday was no exception. As usual, I came away from my visit feeling fantastic. 🙂
Firstly, I learned the proprietor’s name.
And then there was THE Dress. Notice what I called it. 😉 In my last job, we dealt with products that had particular names. I remember my boss referred to one item as THE…*sigh*…I don’t want to reveal any company secrets.
Suffice it to say that in my books, when someone refers to something using the definite article, they mean business.
But enough with the grammar. Back to the store.
I tend to fall in love with a piece or two when I visit. Today was no exception.
That’s all Indira would let me get away with. We can’t give the competitors any ideas. 😉
I don’t understand why or how I was drawn to this dress. Apparently it has magical powers.
“Even if somebody fat puts it on, they’ll look skinny.”
I giggled at this claim, but Indira insists that it’s true. It’s a Wonder Dress, with the ability to make anybody look like a million bucks.
Today I am still a bit in awe of how easily I became seduced by a piece of clothing.