The flashing fairy lights above her head revealed a deep pink highlight to her long, gently curling, raven hair. Watching her unnatural colours in the flashing light had a fascinating quality like watching the flames in an open fire. Her dress was the uniform of the masses of young girls I see in the shopping centres – a hint of a skirt from which emerge thick black tights tucked into biege Ugg boots
She held the kitchen party’s conversational court. Either side stood a woman at least twice her age oriented towards her as-if basking in the glow from the jewels of pink light reflected from her hair. I resisted the temptation to curtsey as I moved forward to introduce myself to the group. Once introductions were finished she continued to chatter vivaciously
girl: In our new house we’ll need a small room that’s just for my clothes – a walk in wardrobe really. I’ve got 70 pairs of shoes
I AM a girl!
wendy (dumbstruck, then): in a whole year you only need wear the same pair of shoes 7 times, at that rate, they will last for years!
girl (proudly): oh yes! I started work at a fashion house in London 2 months ago and I haven’t worn the same pair of shoes twice yet
wendy (trying not to sound sarcastic): a fashion house? that does sounds stylish, what exactly do you do there?
girl: I’m an events coordinator, basically its about making a fuss, I make sure that the fuss happens at the right time and place
wendy: are you looking for a place to store your shoe collection in London?
girl: yes, I went to cheltenham college. I just love cheltenham, but it’s too far away from London to commute
wendy: Is London an expensive place to live?
girl: Mummy’s buying the house, aren’t you mummy? so it’s quite cheap really
If she was any less sincere she’d be auditioning for a lead part in Absolutely Fabulous