Well here comes another customer in the door. The manager is greeting her like she’s a long lost friend and now she’s saying she hasn’t been in because of all the snow and her girls being home from school, as if anyone really cares about that. She’s making a beeline right to where I’m hanging. Nope, wait, she’s starting at the opposite end of the rack. Oh well I’ll be here forever. Once a bridesmaid dress always a bridesmaid dress. She’s getting closer and frowning now. Guess she’s not finding anything to her liking.
Oh my. She’s spotted me. The manager is laughing and saying, “I thought that one would catch your eye. It’s right up your alley.” Oh my gosh she’s running my zipper up and down . Boy that feels nice after all these years. What do you know, she’s checking out my label and getting all excited but trying to maintain her cool so as not to call attention to herself. Oh wow she’s putting me over her arm and walking towards the register! I’m free! I’m free! I'm so glad to get away from this ham handed manager who is twisting me all around trying to find my price tage. My new owner is saying “let me fold this up.“ Boy her hands are soft and she knows how to handle a fine vintage gown like me. She’s stroking my crochet work and saying how amazing the work is. Ah it feels good to be handled so gently. She sure knows how to handle fine things. She has no rings on and I'll bet that's so she doesn't ruin me. It sure feels good to be ooohed and ahhed over. It’s been so long since that happened, 1975 if I remember correctly. Here I go into the plastic bag. I wonder where she’s taking me. Gee I hope she’s going to clean me and iron me. I’ve almost forgotten how good it feels to be pressed.
Vintage 1970s House of Bianchi Illusion Crocheted Spiderweb Black Gown B 32
