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Sultana · 06-15-2006, 07:37 AM

Describe the shirt you are wearing, when and where you got it, what was happening in your life when you got it, and how you feel about it, if you have any particular feelings about it.

I have to admit I got this idea because I'm wearing a rather special shirt today.

It's gleaming white cotton, with white floss embroidery all over the front, long sleeves, and a mandarin collar. It's very loose and a little stiff, as it's the first time I've worn it. It fits me, but it's not fitted--it hides my figure pretty well, which isn't surprising when you consider I got it in Egypt.

I bought it in the Valley of the Kings, after viewing the tombs, including King Tut's! I had lingered a bit, and apparently most everyone else was already back on the bus and waiting--not just for me, but still. The seller's little ramshackle stalls, built out of rough bricks, canvas, and other more "natural" materials were in the bus parking area. The Tombs are at the far end, with a checkpoint of sorts in the middle.

I had returned past the checkpoint, but seeing that I was nearly the last person to return, had begun to jog back, bypassing the merchants, their pleas to sell me something, anything falling on nearly deaf ears. However, one enterprising merchant grabbed up an armful of things and started jogging alongside me, haggling. He held up one shirt and said, "$10 American". I looked at him like he was crazy, and he certainly was! $10 American was about 70 Egyptian pounds, and I could buy a lot with that. He started to laugh, knowing I was on to him, and started going down in price. Eventually, just before I got on the bus I bought the shirt for $3 American, which was still a tremendous markup (to give you an idea, many others on the trip bought 3-5 of the same shirts in the Tourist section of the Khan el-Khalili--mark-up heaven--for $5). I didn't even look at the shirt, he just tossed it at me as I handed over the money--we were both jogging during the entire process. I guess he earned a bit more cash, eh.

Because of outrageous time constraints, I did not get to return to the bazaars, and I didn't get any more shirts. This is the only one I brought back.
I'm afraid of what will happen to it when I have to wash it, LOL! But right now, today, it looks lovely and pristine (knock on wood), and fantastic with my blue jeans.

Who else?

06-15-2006, 07:37 AM	#1 (permalink)
Sultana Falling Angel Location: L.A. L.A. land	Tell your shirt's story Describe the shirt you are wearing, when and where you got it, what was happening in your life when you got it, and how you feel about it, if you have any particular feelings about it. I have to admit I got this idea because I'm wearing a rather special shirt today. It's gleaming white cotton, with white floss embroidery all over the front, long sleeves, and a mandarin collar. It's very loose and a little stiff, as it's the first time I've worn it. It fits me, but it's not fitted--it hides my figure pretty well, which isn't surprising when you consider I got it in Egypt. I bought it in the Valley of the Kings, after viewing the tombs, including King Tut's! I had lingered a bit, and apparently most everyone else was already back on the bus and waiting--not just for me, but still. The seller's little ramshackle stalls, built out of rough bricks, canvas, and other more "natural" materials were in the bus parking area. The Tombs are at the far end, with a checkpoint of sorts in the middle. I had returned past the checkpoint, but seeing that I was nearly the last person to return, had begun to jog back, bypassing the merchants, their pleas to sell me something, anything falling on nearly deaf ears. However, one enterprising merchant grabbed up an armful of things and started jogging alongside me, haggling. He held up one shirt and said, "$10 American". I looked at him like he was crazy, and he certainly was! $10 American was about 70 Egyptian pounds, and I could buy a lot with that. He started to laugh, knowing I was on to him, and started going down in price. Eventually, just before I got on the bus I bought the shirt for $3 American, which was still a tremendous markup (to give you an idea, many others on the trip bought 3-5 of the same shirts in the Tourist section of the Khan el-Khalili--mark-up heaven--for $5). I didn't even look at the shirt, he just tossed it at me as I handed over the money--we were both jogging during the entire process. I guess he earned a bit more cash, eh. Because of outrageous time constraints, I did not get to return to the bazaars, and I didn't get any more shirts. This is the only one I brought back. I'm afraid of what will happen to it when I have to wash it, LOL! But right now, today, it looks lovely and pristine (knock on wood), and fantastic with my blue jeans. Who else? __________________ "Love is a snowmobile racing across the tundra and then suddenly it flips over, pinning you underneath. At night, the ice weasels come." - Matt Groening My goal? To fulfill my potential.