Last week my friend Sarah had a pressing engagement in Toronto to which she needed to attend. (A Prince concert, haha!) She owns a little ‘vegan curio boutique’ downtown, and while she was away I worked there in her place.
Sarah has quite the fanbase…probably five or six times people walked in over the three days I was there and said “HEY, YOU’RE NOT SARAH”. Sorry to disappoint you, folks, it’s just stupid old me. I ain’t never wrote no cookbooks or no app before. (Said in hick voice.)
It’s a funny thing, suddenly being thrown into a retail job after not having done it in a long time. Or ever. I’ve hardly even sold a piece of clothing in my life, actually. One Christmas season I worked in a mall kiosk selling sweaters from South America. And panflutes.
But take a non-vegan un-girly girl and put her into a ‘vegan curio boutique’ and it makes for some funny scenarios. People would straight up ask me if I was vegan, which I’m not. People would ask where something was made or how to get paint out of their jeans or how a CD is vegan and I’d be all “Uhhhhhhhhhhmmmmmmmm…let me Google that for you.”And let me tell you…the red dress in the window gets more attention than Tank does when we go for a walk. And that’s saying something.
This is a real phone. It rang twice while I was there. Once it was Sarah, and the other call I got was a cold call from a promoter for “a Vegas-style circus performance”. I felt both awesome and silly talking on this thing. Especially on the circus performance call.
Here’s a few more shots I took around Sarah’s Place. It’s a really cute little store.