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Today I want to spend some time reflecting on a retail outlet in South Africa called Jet.  I have never been particularly fond of Jet, the quality of their clothing is just not great.  Jet has however over the last couple of weeks become my all-time favourite place to shop.

Luka wants to go to the shops all the time, and when you ask her what she wants, she answers that she wants dresses (rokkies) and coffee and cake.  And she also tells Liam and Gerhard that shopping is for girls (doggerkies) and that they, being boys, cannot go shopping.

So off to the Mall we go, enter Jet, behold, yes, Luka SHOPS like her mother, we know what we want and we want it straight away.

So this past Sunday, we went shopping again, and like I said, thank heavens for Jet, I can afford multiple dresses, three pairs of shoes, new tinkerbell pajamas, lipstick, alice bands, umbrellas and sunglasses, ballet skirts.  Bags full of pinkness.  And all of this for around the same price as two Mac lipsticks or not even a dress for mommy. 

Luka told Gerhard and Liam again that they were boys, and Gerhard asked her, so what are you and Mommy, and she replied “Pienkes”…so that is that, despite my feminist convictions, I have been reduced to a Pink one by my two year old daughter. 

Horror of horrors, Liam wants to go on a shopping spree with me for some orange pants…really, so only one of them got my sense of fashion…bring it on Jet here we come. 

 
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