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Recently we traveled to do some Christmas shopping in Rethymnon, a city between Chania and Iraklion. It was a lovely dry day, good for walking by the port and along the streets of the old town. The atmosphere was friendly and inviting with shops decked out for Christmas.
When a slim and trim window mannequin stared unflinchingly at me I stared back. She was wearing a top in the exact shade of blue I wanted.
'I've found it', I shouted to my husband, before rushing into the shop. He declined to follow. Instead he crossed the street to look at antique fob watches.
I explained what I wanted to a smiling assistant in the blouse department. 'This is the size for you,' she said. 'Why not try it on?'
I stood in the changing room which was narrow and didn't have a mirror. I don't like changing rooms without mirrors. It obliges the customer to go out to the main body of the store looking for one. What usually follows is advice from every other person around.
Within the tiny dressing space which was without a chair there were two hooks side by side on a wall. As I hung my jacket on one of these, it promptly detached itself taking my garment to the floor with it.Where was I to leave my jumper, my bag, shopping bags and my glasses? I hung up the blue top before creating a little pile -- jacket on the floor,glasses into a pocket, shopping bags balanced over this and finally my woolly jumper.Beneath this lot my handbag was hidden.
With space in which to maneuver gravely reduced, I took the chosen top into my hands. It shimmered and glowed in the semi darkness. Such a simple and roomy piece of elegance was a delight. But I hadn't noticed earlier that there was an inner vest with narrow straps attached to the outer blouse. Well, I was getting two pieces for the price of one!
The fabric felt very soft and comfortable and the cuff on each sleeve was decorated with little jewel like buttons -- so sweet. Placing the garment over my head I gently pulled it downwards. Nothing happened until I began to feel a tightening around my neck. Attempting once more to move the fabric towards my waist line I failed. It was stuck. I'd put my head through the straps of the inner piece and these had wound tightly around my throat. I struggled and I have no idea how I finally managed to release my head from this strangle hold.
I should have given up, walked out and forgotten my dream outfit. But this was the exact top I wanted. I'd looked everywhere for something like it. I couldn't give up, could I?
Round two, I put my arms into the sleeves which caressed like finest silk.The tiny jewels twinkled at the cuffs as I rolled each sleeve above the elbow. Meanwhile I'd put my head through the designated neck opening which like the cuffs had twinkling jewels around the collar. Something caught in my eyebrow. Blood trickled into my eye. Oh no, I mustn't get blood on this garment. Quickly I tried to roll the sleeves back towards my wrists, they wouldn't budge. Instead they tightened at the top of my arms. My right elbow became immobilized. My left elbow stuck out at an angle and I became convinced that I'd dislocated my shoulder.The inner vest had wrapped itself around my neck again. I couldn't move my arms up or down.
My breath had become laboured, perspiration rolled down between my shoulder blades, my left eye was blood shot, a neckband of artificial jewels gagged me and a voice from outside asked if I needed help. 'I'm fine,' I croaked.
Where was my husband? I considered running through the shop and out the main door with my jacket around my shoulders. Maybe nobody would notice? Or I could try to find to my husband in the antique watch shop. But he'd probably laugh, and ask if I was auditioning for a Pantomime!
Her suspicions aroused the sales assistant couldn't resist peeping in, 'Oh, Oh' she gasped. 'You have big problem, here let me help.'
She pulled and she tugged. I wriggled and I squirmed. She called loudly for 'Catherina' who rushed to our aid. The inner vest and the outer blouse were pulled and twisted and reluctantly but firmly pressed into place, the bejeweled collar was adjusted and the cuffs positioned. The girls beamed with satisfaction before ushering me, red faced and breathless, onto the shop floor.There were cries of araios (beautiful).But my eyes refused to function properly, everything looked blue with an edge of sparkle. Then I became aware of body bulges where there had never been such obvious bulges before.I'd always been an expert bulge diminish er. I felt faint, my hair was damp and blood trickled from the tip of my nose.
'You are a beautiful woman,' Catherina, smiled, 'and this is perfect for you.'
'Yes, it is very beautiful colour,' the first assistant added. 'You like?
'I no like,' I almost cried. 'Look, this blouse makes me look so fat, it's far too tight.'
'No, no that's not fat, that is you, and you are beautiful woman.'
'You no like, but it is very nice and very good price,' said the first assistant.'
'I no like,' I cried, as I turned and ran as fast as I could to the dressing room.
Catherina and her assistant followed. Will they have to cut me out of this I wondered anxiously? And what will I do if they ask me to pay for it afterwards?
I needn't have worried. They peeled the garment off with an expertise known only to them.
Thanking them I gathered myself together and ran outside to lean my head against the cool window. The mannequin stared at me with absolute disgust.
When my husband saw me he crossed over to where I was.
'He tapped me on the shoulder. I turned around.
'Are you alright? Are you feeling tired? Did you get what you wanted?' he asked.
'No, yes and you've no idea what I've been through,' I said.
'Probably not,' he smiled. 'But you can tell me all about it over lunch, you would like that wouldn't you?'
'I no like,' I laughed.
Recently we traveled to do some Christmas shopping in Rethymnon, a city between Chania and Iraklion. It was a lovely dry day, good for walking by the port and along the streets of the old town. The atmosphere was friendly and inviting with shops decked out for Christmas.
When a slim and trim window mannequin stared unflinchingly at me I stared back. She was wearing a top in the exact shade of blue I wanted.
'I've found it', I shouted to my husband, before rushing into the shop. He declined to follow. Instead he crossed the street to look at antique fob watches.
I explained what I wanted to a smiling assistant in the blouse department. 'This is the size for you,' she said. 'Why not try it on?'
I stood in the changing room which was narrow and didn't have a mirror. I don't like changing rooms without mirrors. It obliges the customer to go out to the main body of the store looking for one. What usually follows is advice from every other person around.
Within the tiny dressing space which was without a chair there were two hooks side by side on a wall. As I hung my jacket on one of these, it promptly detached itself taking my garment to the floor with it.Where was I to leave my jumper, my bag, shopping bags and my glasses? I hung up the blue top before creating a little pile -- jacket on the floor,glasses into a pocket, shopping bags balanced over this and finally my woolly jumper.Beneath this lot my handbag was hidden.
With space in which to maneuver gravely reduced, I took the chosen top into my hands. It shimmered and glowed in the semi darkness. Such a simple and roomy piece of elegance was a delight. But I hadn't noticed earlier that there was an inner vest with narrow straps attached to the outer blouse. Well, I was getting two pieces for the price of one!
The fabric felt very soft and comfortable and the cuff on each sleeve was decorated with little jewel like buttons -- so sweet. Placing the garment over my head I gently pulled it downwards. Nothing happened until I began to feel a tightening around my neck. Attempting once more to move the fabric towards my waist line I failed. It was stuck. I'd put my head through the straps of the inner piece and these had wound tightly around my throat. I struggled and I have no idea how I finally managed to release my head from this strangle hold.
I should have given up, walked out and forgotten my dream outfit. But this was the exact top I wanted. I'd looked everywhere for something like it. I couldn't give up, could I?
Round two, I put my arms into the sleeves which caressed like finest silk.The tiny jewels twinkled at the cuffs as I rolled each sleeve above the elbow. Meanwhile I'd put my head through the designated neck opening which like the cuffs had twinkling jewels around the collar. Something caught in my eyebrow. Blood trickled into my eye. Oh no, I mustn't get blood on this garment. Quickly I tried to roll the sleeves back towards my wrists, they wouldn't budge. Instead they tightened at the top of my arms. My right elbow became immobilized. My left elbow stuck out at an angle and I became convinced that I'd dislocated my shoulder.The inner vest had wrapped itself around my neck again. I couldn't move my arms up or down.
My breath had become laboured, perspiration rolled down between my shoulder blades, my left eye was blood shot, a neckband of artificial jewels gagged me and a voice from outside asked if I needed help. 'I'm fine,' I croaked.
Where was my husband? I considered running through the shop and out the main door with my jacket around my shoulders. Maybe nobody would notice? Or I could try to find to my husband in the antique watch shop. But he'd probably laugh, and ask if I was auditioning for a Pantomime!
Her suspicions aroused the sales assistant couldn't resist peeping in, 'Oh, Oh' she gasped. 'You have big problem, here let me help.'
She pulled and she tugged. I wriggled and I squirmed. She called loudly for 'Catherina' who rushed to our aid. The inner vest and the outer blouse were pulled and twisted and reluctantly but firmly pressed into place, the bejeweled collar was adjusted and the cuffs positioned. The girls beamed with satisfaction before ushering me, red faced and breathless, onto the shop floor.There were cries of araios (beautiful).But my eyes refused to function properly, everything looked blue with an edge of sparkle. Then I became aware of body bulges where there had never been such obvious bulges before.I'd always been an expert bulge diminish er. I felt faint, my hair was damp and blood trickled from the tip of my nose.
'You are a beautiful woman,' Catherina, smiled, 'and this is perfect for you.'
'Yes, it is very beautiful colour,' the first assistant added. 'You like?
'I no like,' I almost cried. 'Look, this blouse makes me look so fat, it's far too tight.'
'No, no that's not fat, that is you, and you are beautiful woman.'
'You no like, but it is very nice and very good price,' said the first assistant.'
'I no like,' I cried, as I turned and ran as fast as I could to the dressing room.
Catherina and her assistant followed. Will they have to cut me out of this I wondered anxiously? And what will I do if they ask me to pay for it afterwards?
I needn't have worried. They peeled the garment off with an expertise known only to them.
Thanking them I gathered myself together and ran outside to lean my head against the cool window. The mannequin stared at me with absolute disgust.
When my husband saw me he crossed over to where I was.
'He tapped me on the shoulder. I turned around.
'Are you alright? Are you feeling tired? Did you get what you wanted?' he asked.
'No, yes and you've no idea what I've been through,' I said.
'Probably not,' he smiled. 'But you can tell me all about it over lunch, you would like that wouldn't you?'
'I no like,' I laughed.
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