Hello. I have passed your shop a million times. I find it beautiful and inspiring. I love the charm of your shop; the lovely dresses, the pretty interior design, and the lighting and arrangement.
I get to wondering who is the owner and what were the initial thoughts and ideas in connection to the conception of the shop, the ideas and plans before, the inspiration. I'm curious, how long have you been here? Who are your clients and customers?
I am reminded of a gorgeous shop in Barcelona, in the old town. I can see it in my mind. I was only wandering the old streets of Barcelona in the Barri Gottic. The way the narrow streets wind and wrap in and through the area invite strolling around garden courtyards and taking in the artist beauty of buildings and architecture, shops and restaurants...
It was a hot summer's day, the kind where most and all is shed because it is to hot for anything else. It's too hot to hold on. I managed to hold on to my worries. I was worried and preoccupied about what to do with my life. Also, should I leave the relationship I was in, as it was not good for me. What do I want to grow up to be?
I wandered past a small intimate private shop, unlike anything I had ever seen before, and I haven't seen anything like it since. I stood looking outside the shop at the luxurious gowns which seemed from another time and place, a more glamourous time. They were elegant and delicate, detailed and feminine, sequined and beaded. Stunning.
Fear keeps me from doing most of what I want to do in life. I would be afraid to go into a place like that. Normally I would move on and lose out on this uncommon and majestic thing, but I just couldn't. It was too pleasing. I had to step in.
The woman sitting behind the desk, sewing, smiled and greeted me. It was like walking into a kind of paradise, a wonderland of sweet creations. Seemingly vintage, from another time, but they did not have the oldness or staleness to them. This was not the stuff of
Mrs. Hammersham, old worn out beauty, but a new fresh beauty infused with the values of another age.
I told her how beautiful I found her shop. She thanked me. The Spanish sun streamed in the large windows allowing warmth and light to fill this small intimate space. We began a glorious conversation. First about the lovely dresses. She told me she made them herself, every one of them. The beauty, the detail, the styling... everything. I asked who wears these gowns? People wear them to masquerade balls, formal affairs. They are also bought for film and theatre. Lovely.
She asked me where I was from. I told her. She said that I looked like her husband. She showed me a picture. Could be.
In our fears we forget the other persons on the other side.We never know what our connection might be to them. I think of them when I think of that dress shop; a spot of light and beauty and glamour on a light grey cool end of winter day.
Your special shop here reminds me of that moment. I am wondering if I could spend some time here. It seems like an atmosphere I would like to be in for a while; one of beauty, light and inspiration. I could learn a lot being in this shop, Perhaps you could use my help in some way?
