19/10/2017
Happy moments Hat girls in the bookshop
I keep on telling this story so now I’m going to write it. It’s a Saturday afternoon in Stellenbosch. Despite the economic downturn and all the other clap-trap we hear about, many Stellenbosch shopkeepers close their doors at 1 on a Saturday. Tourists are like rivers flowing down the quiet streets. I am one of them. But, I know there is a shop open and it is my favourite bookshop in the whole wide world, Verbatim. In Dorp Street. The owner is an excellent example of that old-fashioned, little-used word – serenity. Her name is Julie. So, I’m here to visit Julie and, while I am about it, visit the books she so astutely orders and perhaps even leave with one or two or ten.
Julie and I have been talking about everything from children to grand-children to health and books and husbands and children again and books, when two young women step into the shop and immediately there is an added value to this cosy space. The serenity is still there, the books remain upright, the dust hovers. Two exquisite faces under two unusual sunhats, like two buds opening at the same time. We remark on the hats. One is from Paarl and one is from Prince Albert where she runs a hat-making business. The Paarl lady is a generous gift-giver buying a book voucher for a secret friend, lover? They bob around touching and murmuring. The Paarl hat lady asks if there are any Laura Ingalls Wilder books on the shelves? Little House on the Prairie? Pockets of laughter while we explore the shelves. We find one and she hasn’t read it. We are doubly delighted .
We promise to visit them in Paarl and Prince Albert. They leave but their fairy dust remains. A happy moment for my memory bank.
Thank you for this, Mary-Anne, I had a lovely afternoon too.