I TAKE MY HAT OFF TO........


Sometimes one has to stop and recognize people who have done something, no matter how small that thing may seem to other people. Last week, while Christmas shopping, I bought a pair of earings for myself. Couldn't afford them. Couldn't resist them. Got them. Yesterday, I lost one before noon. I was heartbroken: I lost my new toy. I went back to the outdoor booth at Union Square where I bought them, and pouted until I got the owner's attention. I pointed to a pair just like mine and said "I need to buy just one", and proceeded to tell him how disappointed I was at my loss.

He repeated over and over that he couldn't just sell one earing, but I would not be moved. So, he offered to call his partner and see if she had a "spare" anywhere. He whispered a little. She apparently whispered back. And, we both waited. "She has one", he announced. I squeeled with delight. All the other booth owners crained their heads to see who was getting held up (this is New York, you know).

Today, I returned to pick up my earing. When I inquired about the price, this gentleman told me there was no price. He explained that he would just give it to me. I squeeled again. After all, I was desperate to complete my pair of earings and he could have named his price. Even if he were not that type of guy (which he proved he isn't), shouldn't I have paid at least half of that I paid for the pair? To receive a gift from a total stranger???? How nice is that?

Happy Holidays and Peace on Earth. Isn't this how it starts? One person at a time?

PEACE

I TAKE MY HAT OFF TO........


Sometimes one has to stop and recognize people who have done something, no matter how small that thing may seem to other people. Last week, while Christmas shopping, I bought a pair of earings for myself. Couldn't afford them. Couldn't resist them. Got them. Yesterday, I lost one before noon. I was heartbroken: I lost my new toy. I went back to the outdoor booth at Union Square where I bought them, and pouted until I got the owner's attention. I pointed to a pair just like mine and said "I need to buy just one", and proceeded to tell him how disappointed I was at my loss.

He repeated over and over that he couldn't just sell one earing, but I would not be moved. So, he offered to call his partner and see if she had a "spare" anywhere. He whispered a little. She apparently whispered back. And, we both waited. "She has one", he announced. I squeeled with delight. All the other booth owners crained their heads to see who was getting held up (this is New York, you know).

Today, I returned to pick up my earing. When I inquired about the price, this gentleman told me there was no price. He explained that he would just give it to me. I squeeled again. After all, I was desperate to complete my pair of earings and he could have named his price. Even if he were not that type of guy (which he proved he isn't), shouldn't I have paid at least half of that I paid for the pair? To receive a gift from a total stranger???? How nice is that?

Happy Holidays and Peace on Earth. Isn't this how it starts? One person at a time?

PEACE

WHILE I'M ON THE SUBJECT...........................


....let's talk about dressing rooms today. And, I say to all the major department stores (some you would be surprised to be included here because of the image they project and the prices they charge)... why are your dressing rooms so disguting? Sometimes I get confused. Do they really want me to shop in their stores, try on the clothes, get excited by how they look and BUY them? Sometimes I wonder. Retailers would much prefer customers take off their shoes before they try on pants or any other below the waist item, right? Then, why are the floors dusty and dirty with visible signs of dustballs, pins, old tissues and other unpleasant things?

I have to protect myself, so I take off one shoe, balance on the other foot, slip one leg in the pants and start all over again. Good thing I took dancing lessons as a kid, right?

Then, there are the dressing rooms that don't have someone or somewhere to leave the "rejected" items after the customer is through. So, those customers, and some who are just too lazy to empty the room (I'll get to them some other time), leave clothes all over the floor and the hooks in the room. I don't know about you, but that makes me so uncomfortable, I would rather put my clothes back and go home. (After all, usually I don't really NEED those nice clothes, do I? So my impulse to shop has turned into an impulse to get out of there quickly!

I would imagine that most people would be embarrased to have guests come to their home and find the place in such disaray! Well, aren't we really guests of the retailers? And, if they want us to reward them with our purchases, shouldn't they try to make things as comfortable as possible?

What happened to "the customer is always correct'?

I know I am "correct" on this one.

This one is for "The Big Girls"



I have been quiet for quite some time, but I can't hold my tongue any longer. This one is directed to clothing retailers. My comment is: "When you have a clothing department for "Women" ( a euphemism for large ladies), don't you think you should also sell underwear, nightwear, accessories and pantyhose for them (us) as well? I can not tell you how many stores sell outwear, but no underwear or accessories. Hey, I know I am a tad bit chubby, but I like belts. OK Ok, I may not need them to hold up my pants (since the hips are doing very well in that regard), but I have a sense of fashion too, you know!

The weather is changing and I need panythose. Please! And, I don't just mean in "flesh" color. My flesh color may be different than those. And, bring out the funky hose. I have a sense of hose, you know!

And lingerie in a larger size would also be appreciated. Have you ever tried to get a good nights sleep in a t-shirt and sweat pants (all they sell in some stores). That's not right. I have a sense of sexy, too! Don't just doo it for us; do it for the men who love us!

And, while I am on the subject, to those retailers who do have a limited selection ( and, I do mean limited) would you please put the larger size bras and panties on a higher rack? Are you intentionally putting the larger sizes on the lower racks to torture us? We are fat (overweight, pleasingly plump, chubby...whatever) and to expect us to bend over with all that we carry and "shop" on the lower rack is no fun...Hey, why don't you decide to eliminate lower racks for everyone except the kiddies?

Let's be realistic here. A little common sense would go a long way. But, I guess, as my Grandmother said: "Common sense is not so Common". I miss my Grandmother. Wish I listened more.

This one is for "The Big Girls"



I have been quiet for quite some time, but I can't hold my tongue any longer. This one is directed to clothing retailers. My comment is: "When you have a clothing department for "Women" ( a euphemism for large ladies), don't you think you should also sell underwear, nightwear, accessories and pantyhose for them (us) as well? I can not tell you how many stores sell outwear, but no underwear or accessories. Hey, I know I am a tad bit chubby, but I like belts. OK Ok, I may not need them to hold up my pants (since the hips are doing very well in that regard), but I have a sense of fashion too, you know!

The weather is changing and I need panythose. Please! And, I don't just mean in "flesh" color. My flesh color may be different than those. And, bring out the funky hose. I have a sense of hose, you know!

And lingerie in a larger size would also be appreciated. Have you ever tried to get a good nights sleep in a t-shirt and sweat pants (all they sell in some stores). That's not right. I have a sense of sexy, too! Don't just doo it for us; do it for the men who love us!

And, while I am on the subject, to those retailers who do have a limited selection ( and, I do mean limited) would you please put the larger size bras and panties on a higher rack? Are you intentionally putting the larger sizes on the lower racks to torture us? We are fat (overweight, pleasingly plump, chubby...whatever) and to expect us to bend over with all that we carry and "shop" on the lower rack is no fun...Hey, why don't you decide to eliminate lower racks for everyone except the kiddies?

Let's be realistic here. A little common sense wopuld go a long way. But, I guess, as my Grandmother said: "Common sense is not so Common". I miss my Grandmother. Wish I listened more.

Friends

Last evening I had dinner with a friend of over 25 years ( I wish I could say we met in nursery school, but oh well). We laughed over drinks and dinner and reminisced and created new memories. And, of course, we talked about the up-coming nuptuals. Since she considers me her little sister, she was thrilled and could not contain her excitement. It was so touching to see someone so happy about something that was happening to someone else.

On the way home from dinner, I checked my voice mail and had received a call from an old friend of the family (actually, one of my Mom's sorors whom I have admired and respected since Day 1) and she had just called to tell me how excited and thrilled she was to hear the news and to wish my beau and me Congratulations.

It all makes me wonder what people really thought about me and my single status.....

And, finally, as I stepped out of the subway, a colleague, upon learning of my engagement gave me a great big hug in the middle of the street and immediately extended my fiance and me an invitation to brunch with her and her husband. I have to say, I never knew that all of these people cared about me. Friends. What a great word. Waht a great feeling!

It's Not ABOUT ME!

I have been reading a blog by Clairborne Stranger, a soldier in Iraq. He (she?) has not posted anything in a bit and I am worried. So, I will pray and ask that you'all do the same.

Conspiracy

OK, I think there is a conspiracy of corporations trying to prevent me from getting on my blog. I tried Sunday and yesterday without success. But I can't be stopped... I have evil friends. So, with a little evil on my side (67%?) , this is the story I must tell....

I stopped at the drive-in window of a popular hamburger joint the other morning and ordered an egg mcbreakfast sandwhich (trying not to get sued). That is all I ordered, mind you. No coffee, no juice, no hash browns, no whatever; nothing to trip up the genius behind the microphone. However, when I ripped open the little bag and opened the sandwhich, there was NO EGG!!!!! how can you serve an egg mcsandwhich without the egg?????

Now, I ask you: How hard was that order? What was confusing about that?

Not to be daunted, though, in my quest for fast food, I went to a famous chicken joint (which cut its name down to initials) the next day for a simple order. I reminded my beau of the Mc Egg mishap and ask him to check our order, but he has more faith in fast food kind than I do. But, lo and behold, as we sat down to eat, he noticed that his corn on the cob (which he had been craving all day) was missing from the order. Could this happen twice in two days? People can't be that careless, can they? Hence, my conspiracy theory.

We're Easy


Not much planned. Attended a memorial serive with my fiance. His best friends's Dad passed away. During the service the glentleman's Grandson kept wiping away his tears with the tip of his tie. It was so touching to see. Just a lazy day, ducking the rain. Riding in the car with my fiance and with no radio to interrupt us or to fill in the blanks. We have no blanks...just comfortable spots interspersed between conversation and laughter. I do love this man......