We don’t do a lot of clothes shopping in Egypt and in case you were wondering why I brought photographic evidence of the things they sell here. Granted, if we were willing to fork out the money we could buy decent clothes, but we aren’t willing to pay much so instead we take pictures of the decently priced clothing and then giggle about them later.
While walking down the street in Alex we came across this shirt:
It’s an absolute classic. In case you can’t read the poem at the bottom it says:
The wind lether
aredienched in dix
The wind that know
wands the dow
know that my
Later the lether was drenched in the dilk. Basically we have no idea what message this shirt is trying to get across but it makes me want to steer clear of anything with random Chinese letters on it for the rest of my life. Aredienched in dix? What?
I took Amanda to Dar es-Salaam the other day so that she could see an authentic Egyptian market—as opposed to the Khan which is authentic and not at the same time.
We got to see some interesting things like donkey carts loaded with gas canisters…
…and garbage being burned in the street…
…and bloody handprints left over from eid al-adha.
We also had to stop to browse through the baby section. I am pretty sure that is my favourite section of any store—sometimes I have to plan my trips to Target so that I don’t get anywhere near the baby section. Of course, that’s when we live in the States. Here I am much better at passing up on things.
Here we have a shirt featuring Juicy Fresn Fruits…
…and a shirt explaining How Find SDecial Friend.
So that’s why we rarely go clothes shopping for the girls in Egypt. That and because we’ve been so abundantly blessed with hand-me-downs.
The top reason I don’t go clothes shopping for myself here is that I don’t like to label myself.
I don’t know if you can read that, but it says “Redneck Princess.” Not exactly something I would be bragging about…