I know the saying is “Look but don’t touch” or rather as a child I grew up with …..
You look with your eyes, not your hands!
Well, I don’t really conform to either of these saying anymore, not because I am being rude, but rather because my touch can tell me so much more than my sight.
A meeting today saw me in a different town; a town which was pretty deserted and a large clothes store that was fairly empty.
So I took the opportunity to go in and ‘mooch’ about. The clothes rails were well placed and those on the floor had plenty of room to walk around.
I am not a fashionister, rather I will wear classic pieces like jeans and a T-shirt or as we are coming into cooler weather leggings with boots.
The ‘must have’ fashions for this season may have changed that.
Before going into a store like this I thoroughly clean my hands, so that I can feel the material of the clothes between my fingers. Especially for dark coloured clothes as I may not be able to ‘see’ much detail.
This is where I found myself in heaven…. First it was a soft leather skirt, then a silk top, a suede pair of trousers and a soft cashmere (type) jumper. Further on, I found a cord dungaree dress, a crushed velvet top and more varieties of woollen jumpers and cardigans.
This variety of texture was pure bliss, most of the items were Browns, blacks and varying shades of grey, so not the clearest for me to see….. But today my fingers told me so much.
I found my way to the shoes and boots and again came across many ‘plain’ colours, but such variations in textures.
An assistant came over and asked if she could be of any help, I thanked her and explained I was just “looking”
She apologised for staring at me (not that I had noticed!) but she was fascinated by how I was touching the clothes, following the stitching and stroking the jumpers. She had been watching me around the store, she thought it was interesting to watch, which again she apologised for, she said how she hadn’t really noticed the amount of textures, obviously she was trained in this seasons fashions and how it was all about mixing up, but she admitted that she hadn’t actually stopped to feel the clothes, to feel the textures, she had mostly used her sight to put the collections together in the store with her team.
She apologised again for staring and following me, which I assured her she had no need to apologise; after all I hadn’t seen her or noticed. She thanked me for being so kind as to talk to her and she praised Fizz for being so calm and behaved (by this point Fizz had flumped down in a ‘dead dog’ pose!!)
I may be buying myself some new clothes once this ‘belated summer’ ends ….. Or at the very least may find myself wasting a few hours window shopping!
Fizz will be pleased ….. She HATES shopping.