Sunday Spent A story by Annette Ong
When her Nanna was a young woman living in London, she told Abby how she went shopping wearing her pyjamas under a heavy trench coat. Her Nanna was a very sophisticated woman who wore her hair coiled neatly in a French roll; her make-up, subtle yet impeccable. As a child, Abby had thought she resembled the women in fashion magazines; the ones with champagne flutes in their hands, heads thrown back in laughter, their effortless worlds glossy and clean. To think of her Nanna surreptitiously traipsing around the city in her pyjama’s made her smile. “It was just too damn cold,” her Nanna explained. 51