14.12.2011 The utterly bewildering Annette necklace
Bought this in Radelaide a little while ago but today was its debut and boy, did it make waves.
“You’re not Annette.”
“no.”
“…But.”
“You’re name isn’t Annette! … is it?”
“no.”
”..But…. why Annette?”
“Why not Annette?”
“But… is your name Annette?”
“… no.”
and so on.
I began to feel, by the end of the day, as though my cute and ironic jewellery choice had been a deliberate plot to confuse and idiotify all around me. The brisk young man at Aldi whom I’ve decided is mysteriously drawn to me and my thrice weekly dip purchases spent careful time looking at my decolletage and it wasn’t till I left the store that I realised he may have now be whispering the wrong name to himself as he drifts nightly off to sleep. A barista said cheerfully “you know, everyone should wear their names on a necklace. People would be so much more friendly!” beaming at me in glee at the several awkward conversational steps we had conveniently jumped.
I’m not a monster, I was just wearing a necklace. The font is genius.
