I love to shop. And this pandemic hasn't stopped me. I am just doing it differently, just like my favourite shops are doing things differently. It has become more personal, more thoughtful, even more enjoyable. It has become entertainment. The regular cha

I love to shop. And this pandemic hasn't stopped me. I am just doing it differently, just like my favourite shops are doing things differently. It has become more personal, more thoughtful, even more enjoyable. It has become entertainment. The regular changing of a shop window with the changing season. I feel like it has been created just more me, with my colours, style and taste. A yellow and white check top with puffy sleeves, made picnic perfect with matching skirt. Window shopping is part of my weekday routine. An hour-long walk through the bush, coffee in hand, a warm 'good morning' to the regulars, the jovial banter 'oh you're late today' and pat of a friendly dog. Mask goes back on then the slow stroll back to the start, pass the windows full of misshapen hand-made vases, planters, boho rugs, draped hand-coloured leather bags, cotton linen maxi dresses in pink, black and beige, overpriced kids stuff and shoes well made for the foot of the mountains and beyond. Wonderful things filtered on Instagram, curated and brought to life behind floor to ceiling glass. First impressions count, the shop owners know so well. They see me coming.