Earlier this summer I altered a dress for a lovely older woman who was celebrating her 50th wedding anniversary. I'm a sucker for stories, and hers really touched my heart.
She told me about how she and her husband had been through so much together, especially in the last 10 years--the tragic death of their adult son, her battle with breast cancer, her husband's battle with diabetes that had made him wheelchair bound, and all the financial struggles that came along with it. She was nearly in tears when she told me how much it meant to her that they had made it to this milestone.
She had me tearing up right along with her in the fitting. When it came to discussing the cost of the alterations, I couldn't help but offer to do them at no cost to her.
It merely cost me my time. Don't get me wrong--my time is very valuable. In this case, however, the kindness I was able to offer was worth so much more.
I received a kind card in the mail a few days later from her thanking me profusely. Inside, she included a gift certificate to a waffle house ( mind you, not THE Waffle House--I'll have to wait until my next trip out East.) I still get a little misty eyed thinking about it.
Today, on my husband and my first anniversary, we were able to take advantage of her kindness. Best damn pancakes ever. Seriously.
Oh, and the warm and fuzzy feeling that this story fills me with isn't so bad either.
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Wednesday, May 4, 2011
Yes I Cannabis!
This economy sucks.
Oversharing comes with the territory. There is something about being in a fitting and half naked in the presence of a stranger that makes people spill it.
A bride arrived at my home tonight with her wedding dress, and as I was lacing her up she started telling me about how her family was struggling. She and her fiancé have 4 kids and have both been laid off in the last year. She then told me the story of how their family has been essentially saved by the the private bakery she and her husband run.
I'm thinking "Sexy cakes! How nice!"
Nope. Cannibus cakes. She went on talking about her suppliers and some past activities than I am not very comfortable knowing. Her story was very touching, but I wish she would have chosen a different stopping place---like perhaps while my mind was filled with visions of cakes found only at a bachelorette party.
Somedays, I'm not the quickest on the upswing.
Oversharing comes with the territory. There is something about being in a fitting and half naked in the presence of a stranger that makes people spill it.
A bride arrived at my home tonight with her wedding dress, and as I was lacing her up she started telling me about how her family was struggling. She and her fiancé have 4 kids and have both been laid off in the last year. She then told me the story of how their family has been essentially saved by the the private bakery she and her husband run.
I'm thinking "Sexy cakes! How nice!"
Nope. Cannibus cakes. She went on talking about her suppliers and some past activities than I am not very comfortable knowing. Her story was very touching, but I wish she would have chosen a different stopping place---like perhaps while my mind was filled with visions of cakes found only at a bachelorette party.
Somedays, I'm not the quickest on the upswing.
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