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It seems more real when I'm not telling you about a tour, albeit less exotic sounding, but (I want to communicate), so, I'll move straight along with the less exotic and tell you the most interesting thing about which I care to type. Since the last post, I put together my first outfit made with secondhand pieces - let the eye rolling commence. heh. For those still reading, the Armenian collection has begun.

As it stands now, the roommate has 4 of the 5 closets in the house. This has remained so because they're huge Soviet beasts that for movement of require one desire hernial evidence each time a fitted shirt is worn, thus I manage my one like a tightly run ship, so to speak.

Clothes: I was given a lead in the third week to where I could find a good used-clothing store. Eight weeks later, I happened into a store I thought was it and stayed for just a couple of minutes, just long enough to watch these two girls having a riot jumping in and out of selections set aside by the elder who used terminator-level skills while inspecting the discount bin for THE goods, comrade.

I was looking for a "transition coat." Let me explain that this item is pretty necessary, let me emphasize - not incredibly, in these slIghtly chilly spring months outside of Texas, for those who're less familiar with northern climates. The roommate and I had a laugh about how if you're not wearing something to cover your outfit while outside you're examined intensely while passed, almost as though you had left your burka at home. Just one reason it's good to keep covered, hence my search for transitional wear; that, or also suffer the sweat that would inevitably accumulate under my winter coat during my rush to work, which is about a 5 min walk, 10 min metro, 5 min walk - not bad.

Clothes: Then it was pointed out to me that there was another 2ndhand shop just a couple stores away and then another! Really Fish Shop, the intersection on which they perch, should be called Get Your Clothing Here Shop [GYCH - a good fit as it rhymes with my 2nd favorite Armenian word, "inch," - pronounced EEnch meaning "what"]. A pleasant surprise. And surprise indeed! The store where I purchased two cardigans was giving out a present per sale. *slow motion jumping anime character clapping with squEEnched eyes - volume off*

The person I was with had this shnazy neon aqua sweater placed in his bag. The ladies answered his quizzical look with, "Padarak" [present in Russian] and cute smiles. They were more gracious with the sister. heh. I had the honor of picking from the clothes rack behind the register. When the cash drawer made that closing sound the 8-year old L3CLI3 rushed out from within, stopping with a screech simply to ask "Padarak?" "Kanyecnha," [of course] they replied and glided their magical hands over the rack for clarity with just as much grace as any professional hand model on QVC. Spasiba for the melon colored skirt!

Viva!