Keep On Cotton On
About four years ago I was forced to take an oath that basically stated I would stop beginning sentences with, “Back when I studied in Australia.” Friends tolerated my anecdotes for a while (“You know in Australia, they have these cookies, called Tim Tams, and…”) but pretty soon everyone could finish my stories before they’d even begun like I was Uncle Dan at Thanksgiving dinner. No one cares how he got that bald spot, and no one wants to hear about how I got mine.
Today, however, I break the oath.
Back when I studied in Australia, I’d visit a store called Cotton On almost every other week. They had affordable basics up the wazoo and seeing as I spill coffee on myself so often, Cotton On made replacing my white shirts lot less painful. At first I would run in with a determined purpose: Ok, all we need today is a tank top, stay focused, and I’d end up leaving with an arm full of track pants, t-shirts, more tank tops (I really like their tank tops ok?), leggings, someone else’s baby and swimsuits.
That second-to-last thing only happened once and it was a total accident.
Leaving the store behind was one of the hardest parts about bidding adieu to Australia, that and the whole nice-weather-every-single-day thing, but it’s recently come to my attention that they not only have stores here, but a website that delivers to me. Us. The U.S. And they have a new section called The One which basically should be called The Ten because guess what I just did? Put ten tank tops in my shopping cart for nostalgia’s sake, and but also so that when people ask where I got my shirt (which they might, particularly since I’m equally as likely to be pairing it with high-waisted denim and a men’s blazer as I am a coffee stain), I can sit them down as my captive audience for an hour and a half story about that time I studied abroad in Australia…
Baby incident not included.
Part of collaboration with Cotton On.