Say you were a bit shorter than most other people you knew. And say a couple of years of child-bearing plus too much red wine plus genetics had left you with not insubstantial hips and a bottom that makes sitting quite comfy really.
Would you buy something from a label called wombat?
Say you were a bit taller than most people you knew and had what’s called politely called an athletic (i.e. big, mannish) physique. Say you were living in Alice Springs and Sportgirl, the only remotely cool chainstore there closed down because their head office said sales weren’t sufficient to keep the place office. Just say a shop named ‘Wombat’ opened in its place…would you walk through the door? No, is the answer to that question.
So who is buying their clothes I wonder? Strange name for a clothes-line.
True wombats…wombats of the soul.
People like my partner’s Mum, I think, shop at Wombat. In fact I once went in there an bought a shirt for her there: it was very bright pink, and made of linen, and had some flowers embroidered on it. It was also not terribly expensive.
I would just like to say that once when I was communicating online with a European academic who was organising a conference in Austria to which I was going, he asked how he would know me when I appeared at his university. I replied that I looked like a friendly but unreliable wombat. When I did eventually walk into the conference’s opening reception, he recognised me at once.
Elsewhere will have no trouble believing this story.
I should add that Elsewhere herself does not look ‘mannish’ at all — she looks elegant and fit.
Life is so unfair.
That’s the good thing about a tiara…it suits all body shapes.
Wombats scat is cubed shaped.
Does that piece of information help?
Oh, yes, that absolutely helps. That was the missing piece of the puzzle.