I don’t get shopping much. It’s not something I an squeeze in that often. As Good Friday approached and we knew John would have the day off, we penciled it in as a day I day I could get out to look for clothes. I had some gift certificates I received for my birthday and Christmas, and I needed new jeans.
I arrived at Maurice’s just as it was opening. The clerks were exactly the right amount of helpful. They helped me locate some jeans and answered a question or two as I wondered about a few items. I found some jeans and one of the two sales women took them to a changing room for me to try on when I was ready. As I browsed, both clerks were just the right amount of involved with me. One answered a question and helped me find a shirt. Then later the other was near by as I was looking at a sweater/shirt. She made a suggestion, listened to my response and made another one based on the information I’d just given her. I thanked her and kept looking a few more minutes.
I had a few things in my hand as I headed toward the dressing room where I looked for the dressing room with my name on it (how they label rooms at Maurice’s). As I entered the one with my name this is what I found:
At first I wondered if I’d walked into the wrong room. What was all this stuff? Wait. No. There are the jeans. And that is the top I’d had them reach down from the high shelf. Hmmmm. Wait. Did they assemble all of this? For me to try? Me? They even had accessories!
I had to think a moment. Some of it was stuff that would NEVER jump out at me. Totally not on my radar.
But.
Just a few weeks ago as I took Marie shopping and was encouraging her even though she was reluctant, she abruptly changed her mind and said, “I’ll try on anything you want, Mom. Who knows? I might like it.”
So that is what I did. I tried it all.
And I went home with a LOT of stuff. I was so tickled.
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