And my naivete knows no bounds whenever the ill mannered and I meet, which alas, can’t be avoided. After being on the planet for so long, I wonder, how am I still so shocked when it happens.
I went to a sample sale another model invited me to. I’m in the market for a new dress so I thought, who knows, maybe I’ll find something. It looked like the poor man’s Lisa Perry, a designer I admire though feel her smocks are meant for the very young. But every once in a while I’ll see something in her window that catches my eye. Her signature on most of her clothes are circles…either on the fabric or cut-outs brandishing skin say on the hips or arms.. Camille said I dreamt this, but I’m pretty sure I’m right. Anyway, this was a Lisa Perry wannabe, but we won’t hold that against her.
There I am at 11 in the morning my friend nowhere in sight realizing I had just walked into quite a scene. Women as far as the eye could see rummaging through racks and bins like it was a quiz show. I expected Bob Barker to come strolling in miked with a shopping cart full of belts.
I hesitated at the door. Do I actually want to partake in this fashion hysteria? Then, wouldn’t you know, my mother appeared. “Whaddya so highfalutin Susannah you can’t go through a little bin?”
“Alright, alright…keep you shroud on.”
I stayed on the perimeter figuring it was safer, when a rather tall women grabbed a dress right out of my hand.
“Pardon me madam, I was looking at that,” I said, a bit stunned.
“Oh yeah? Too bad!”
Omigod. My Connecticut and I were beside ourselves. Then my mother said, “What, now you’re tellin me I raised a wimp?”
I went right over and grabbed it right back, not caring she was the size of Magic Johnson.
“I’m buying that,” she snapped, sporting balls beneath her skirt the size of mangoes.
“Oh no you’re not, not unless I don’t want it. How dare you behave this way. I’m having none of it, do you hear me?”
Yes, I became a tad unhinged. Should have had breakfast before I left.
Then a woman who worked there came over. “Is there a problem?”
“Yes, ” snapped Magic, “this lady stole that dress right from under me.”
“I did not. She took it from me.” I realized I was engaged in something so beneath me especially since I wasn’t even all that crazy about the dress.”
In two minutes she was back with a dozen of that same dress.
Was she kidding? I had visions of seeing it all over town on all shapes and sizes.
Like I’d be getting my nails done and the manicurist and the waxer would both have it on along with the owner and three other customers as well as the dry cleaner, landlady and Polly upstairs.
The rude woman and I both looked at each other. “No thanks, we said in unison.”
I handed the dress to the sales girl and me and Magic, along with her balls, shared a cab to Bloomingdales.
It was my idea.
Grace (and economics) ruled.