
Several years ago when I lived in London I took my new flatmate Kiesha shopping on the world famous Oxford Street. She had just arrived from Barbados and wanted to see what all the fuss was about. We walked out of the clothes shops empty-handed after perusing racks of clothes that were only ever going to fit a five year old and made our way to South Molton Street, so we could visit Molton Brown.
Keisha and I ended up staying for ages, smelling shower gels, playing with make-up and spraying perfume. She turned to me at one point and said, “You know what I love about shopping here — no matter how big or small I am, everything fits.”
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