It was a lovely Saturday afternoon in Cape Town down at the Old Biscuit Mill. Feeling stuffed and slightly tipsy from the mules we were drinking, I could not help but crave the pastries on sale even though I knew I would pretty much explode after one bite. Standing at one of the pâtisserie's trying to decide between the custard and almond tart and something else that involved chocolate, a woman came up to me and said: "Excuse me, I am pretty sure that's one of my jerseys." I responded defensively, "no, it's my mother's jersey" as I imagined her telling me to take the jersey off whilst sharing some sob story with me, and our audience, about how years ago someone broke into her house and stole her entire wardrobe and the jersey was a once off piece with sentimental value. "I made that jersey. Twelve years ago, I had a fashion label called Buggi" she continued, "let me see the label." Before I could say anything she was looking at the label of my purple off -the - shoulder batwing jersey to discover that the label did indeed say Buggi!! Our audience found the whole scenario quite amazing and really very cool. I did too. Imagine making a clothing piece years ago and to see some one wearing it years later and a market. Imagine how Coco Chanel would feel today. It was a pretty cool experience. I like the word pretty these days...
