Mum and I would visit the city every month or two. She likes the much bigger choice of clothes shops and bargain stores whilst I enjoy the gadget and media stores and visiting the museums. Mum likes galleries which can be tedious, depending on the exhibition… but the same can be said for the museums. This time, there’s a new indoor market she wants to visit. It’s set on three floors of some big old warehouse, so each floor is huge, filled with seemingly hundreds of little stores selling games and gadgets, records, furniture, junk, posters, vintage, modern and even military fashions… all sorts of stuff. There’s almost nothing to buy but plenty to look at. It’s almost a museum or art gallery in its own right.
“Ooh look at these.” Mum said, gently taking hold of the skirt of a delicate looking dress. “Aren’t they beautiful?”
“I guess.” I said as we peered into the small stall that seemed to be almost bursting at the seams with the number of dresses on its rails. Each and every one is as frilly as frilly can be.
“I sometimes wish you were a girl so I could buy you things like this.” she sighed. As an eleven-year-old boy, I didn’t know how to respond. I gulped and looked up at her. She smiled and told me not to worry. “Boy’s don’t wear dresses.” she added.