My client is in the dressing room with the next garment. I sit taking notes on our wardrobe findings.
I look up to a flurry of ooh and ahh’s as a woman walks out in a lovely blue lace dress.
She twirls like a girl in front of the mirror. The sales woman compliments how she looks. The dress is truly lovely, short sleeve, seamed at the waist, nice neckline… and all I can think is don’t buy it. Don’t buy it.
I love the label; known for elegance, feminine fabrics and detailing.
The dress splurge is for a special occasion.
All I see is a vision of a little girl being squeezed into a size too small dress for one more wear.
The bodice- too snug. The seamed waist- above the intended waistline. The armhole cutting into her underarm. The hem length landing too high for her height and leg.
Biting my tongue, I had to mind my ‘P’s & ‘Q’s. She was not my client. It was not my place to open my mouth. I diverted my eyes from the woman so she would not see.
As she said yes to the dress, I wished for her a lovely time.