j a c k e t; ….. the jacket I didn’t buy.
I’m at that “difficult” age when it comes to buying clothes. I want my skirts longer than 10 inches; I want shorts that have more than 2 inch inseams. I want most of my breasts covered. I want room in my clothes but not mu-mus. I want fashion and flair without the old lady look (though I’ve gotta say when you start toting a cardigan whenever you leave home you’ve pretty much crossed the line into middle age!!)
I saw a nice brightly lit shop with clothes perfectly spaced on their railings and no deafening music repelling me. It looked inviting … so in I went.
The first few things I looked at were so outlandish I’d never wear them but by then I’d struck up a conversation with the sales lady who was also mother of the label’s designer, and with time to kill, decided to try a few things on. As she pulled items out of boxes and the storeroom to show me I reiterated a number of times that I was pretty conservative, worked for a company that has a dress code and never went clubbing on weekends.
As I was standing in the change room in a bizarrely shaped dress which was missing large portions of material she sang out in that special sales person voice: “how’s it look?” ….
Umm – like something I might’ve made in 3rd grade sewing class. “Well, it’s not really me”…….. (and I don’t think I have the shoes to go with it) …
She says: “Well, leave it on even if you’re not going to buy it and try this jacket on because I think it would be perfect for the office.”
The jacket did have a lovely cut and beautifully defined the waist but… the sleeves were so tight my arms were sort of stuck out from my sides in a robot-pose.
I said: I can’t move my arms!
She said: Well, that doesn’t matter, it looks fantastic on you. And, you wouldn’t have it on all day.
Bloody right I wouldn’t have it on all day! I could not have moved my arm around to get my farecard out of my handbag let alone raised my arm up to hold on in the train. I would not be able to use my hands to sweep my hair out of my eyes and I could totally forget about maneuvering my arms around enough to be able to type! Well, actually that last one’s probably a mute point – my hands would’ve fallen off from lack of circulation.