To church on Friday to help with a clothes swap thing. The idea being to raise money to send a team to Nepal so that they can dig a well or buy text books or some other good and life affirming thing that makes me lie on my face in bed and question what I am doing with my life. All went very well I think. Plenty of money raised. Everything was a pound or you could pay more. I ended up paying more for two bags I’m not sure that I like very much. (Although the red one is not as scary as the lighting makes out and the Cath Kidtson still had its label on and is therefore “a bargain”) I am now aware that retail is another thing that I cannot do as the following shows.
I am very bad at making small talk with potential customers. I really have no idea if that suits you or not. Look at me – do I show any signs of having any idea of what looks good on a person?
I have no patience. If I think it unlikely that we have that top in a size 20 – I am unlikely to come with you to have a look. I feel that life is too short.
The clothes are there for people to look at. It is not acceptable for me to want to cry because someone has just shaken that jumper out for the umpteenth time after I have carefully folded it – again.
It is ABSOLUTELY not acceptable to snigger behind the clothes rail with someone because a generous person has brought a basque in. My trouble is I have lived too sheltered a life. I expect someone, somewhere looks really good in it. Hopefully the weather warms up a bit for you.
Retail is quite tiring I have found.