Non-shopping.

Even I don’t get it. I passed up an of-the-moment
thin cotton tee (“Love Will Tear Us Apart Again” – here’s a shoutout to Joy
Division fans, motley depressed lot that you are), several delicious variations
on the kurta, a pair of jeans with the phrase “Pot Belly” silkscreened on the
inside of the waistband and a kelly green long-sleeved buttondown shirt.

I’m insane. Not even a puny lipgloss
wand.

What Rockwell needs is a fountain
pen and writing accessories shop.

In the
meantime, I can just imagine my life will improve once I obtain several
almost-useless hair accessories from Evita Peroni.

You
can find the stall at the second floor; it’s the one with the two sleepy
salesladies.