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Shopping

By Marilyn (LaraOct7@aol.com)


What do we have here? A boutique in Kennybunkport, Maine. To me, it's a shop for browsing because I seldom buy clothing when I'm on vacation. I do enjoy browsing though, and I like taking photographs.

I hope you're inspired to write to the picture. If so, you might want to consider being the voice of the shop-owner. Or you might be a customer with money to spend. Another idea is to be the voice of a passerby who has stopped to admire an outfit in one of the windows.

The picture speaks for itself. Fiction or fact, we look forward to your entry.








 


Shopping



By Amy (Fabulousfilly@aol.com)


as i wander down the boulevard today
i think i may hit the chance de chay
but, then again maybe not
here in phoenix shopping gets hot


here we shop, do our chores
in the cool mornings, afternoons are indoors
then it's too hot
i tell you not


we walk and jog
and even clog
at sunrise and sunset
yes we do you bet you bet


with temps above the one hundred mark
we cover our cars when we park
we touch metal,oh so hot
i tell you this, cause i got caught.

here in AZ we go to the mall
in November that's our fall
here in AZ we stay indoors
in the summer as temps soar


so shoppin here is done
not just for fun
but in the cool
so don't be a fool


stay indoors when it's hot
yes i'm telling ya believe it or not.









 


The Lonely Dress



By susi (Texaswishr@aol.com)


Oh, buy Me, buy Me!!
I've hung here for so very long
I am really, really pretty
You simply can't go wrong


Oh, try Me, try Me!
Red would look so good on you
Your hair is blonde as can be
And your eyes are so blue


O do not by me pass
I'm just your perfect size
I'll give you style and class
Please listen to my cries


Oh, take Me, take Me!
I want to leave this store
You know i'll fit you to a tee
Pleeeease do not ignore


Alas, it's not to be
No one will look my way
On the rack is my destiny
Oh well, tomorrow is another day










 


Shopping



By Joy (JOY3032@aol.com)


I love the fashions some folks wear
Until I see the tags
That numbers in double digits
And then my interest lags


So off I go to my resale shops
Salvation Army, Good Will and such
If find a designer outfit
I know it won't cost much


I mix and match and try them on
I pretend that I'm in the mall
Where brand name outfits are on display
The latest things for Fall


I don't mind wearing second hand
Let the first person pay the price
For having something right in style
As long as it looks pretty nice


You might call me a miser
But I don't think of myself that way
I am just doing my part to recycle
Helping to clean up the USA










 


Shopping Pleasures





By Phyllis Ann (Starbird55@msn.com)


I used to enjoy shopping for clothes, shoes and hats.
Maybe a new skirt, matching pants and top or a pair of kid skin flats.


The smell of the department store with its multiple floors,
Just shouted, "Come and Explore."


I was young, thin and life in itself was exciting and new.
Working and buying my own clothes was more than just something to do.


Shopping was an art form of color, fabric and design
I could express myself with a dress that had a good line.


I loved the look of Jackie Kennedy and the anchor women on TV.
The dresses and skirts had to at least be mid-knee.


I think clothing of that era made the ladies look grand.
Of course the budget had to be carefully planned.


The department stores were a joy to shop in.
The sales people were polite, eager to please, making you feel good within.


Stores were full of counters of perfume, hosiery, hand bags and wonderful treasures.
That was when shopping was a true pleasure.










 


Shopping



By Sharon (Sunyskys1943@aol.com)


Window shopping is quite fun
While walking in the sun
Especially at an exclusive store
Gazing at fancy things and more
But alas my empty wallet is done










 


Shopping



By Cara (Cara617@aol.com)


Window shopping fun
Can't afford these clothes
Looking costs nothing










 


It's Not Real Money



By Swampetta (SWAMPETTA@aol.com)


Hanging in the window of a shop
I saw a blouse that made my jaw drop!
It was just gorgeous, totally fantastic.
Think that I'll put it onto my plastic.


Whipped out my Discover card right there.
$300 bucks for that style and flair.
The girl ran my card and then made a face..
"You're over the limit, like in outer space."


I smiled and said; "Thank You. No more for today."
The blouse would stay there, I couldn't pay.
This sort of thing just breaks my heart.
Next time I'll keep myself in Wal-Mart.










 


Real-Life Mannequin



By Marilyn (LaraOct7@aol.com)


You think this job is a snap?
Posing for hours without getting to scratch?
Spike-heeled shoes...body in a wrap,
Long red hair, dark shades to match.


Every ten minutes I strike a new pose,
Lowering an arm, shifting my stance,
So boring it is, I might otherwise doze,
But so good at it, I seem in a trance.


Don't meet the eye of a bystander!
Don't allow them to make you smile!
Stay focused so they won't raise your dander!
They'll leave soon, you'll stay awhile.


The crowd grows larger...will the hour ever end?
Someone does a rat-a-tat-tat on the glass.
It's time to shift again, I think it's my boyfriend!
I angle my head and give him a pass.


"Hey, Baby, come on down from there!"
I hold my stance like I was hired to do.
He continues to harass and refuses to be fair.
I turn, look back, smile..."We're through"!










 


Girls on a Street Called Straight


By Norma (Twi1ite@sbcglobal.net)




Shopper 1. Charlene, let’s sit on that bench.


Shopper 2. Are you wild? It’s gonna rain!


Shopper 1. Rain? Now where in the world did you get that idea?


Shopper 2. Can’t you see - five ladies coming toward us with umbrellas? By the time we get to that bench, they’ll probably be sitting there.

Shopper 1. I doubt it, Mavis, they seem to have lost their heads.


Shopper 2. Oops! Maybe we shouldn’t have had those Mai Tais for lunch, you guess?










 


Shopping


By Tom (tomWYO@aol.com)




Dad, dad what are we going to get momma for her birthday, the small boy asked his dad as they walked through the small town’s main square”? It was a Saturday morning fall ritual well not really a ritual but they did it once and then it sort of became a habit. “Dad, I heard mom fussing when she was dressing to go to the book club about her old worn out clothes,” the astute young boy related.

“Oh dag gone, thank son, I had forgot it,” the man replied as he squeezed his son’s hand and grinned. The little boy knew by the expression on his father’s face he had said the right thing. “What you say we buy mom a new dress or a new outfit,” the man said with a larger grin.

They strolled down tourist alley and all at once the little boy stopped, “Look dad, there is a place and the man can sit and watch people as the lady window shops.” The man who was deep in thought about what to buy his wife looked up at the quaint display window which was really neat. One thing per window and not all that fancy was how it was laid out; he liked it since he had no taste for that sort of thing. “Dad, let’s window shop,” the little boy suggested.

They looked at the trim mannequins and the girlish apparel and the man immediately remembered back a few years when he was a young buck and his wife looked and dressed like they. “Dad, I like the red and blue, it would make mom look great,” the little boy said.

The man came back to reality and the present as he laughed. His svelte wife of then was like himself a few pounds heavier and these were for those people not a married housewife with children, he thought. “I like this one, mom had one like that when we were in high school,” the man replied as the two walked from window to window.

“That looks like Mrs. Jackson,” the boy said as they both laughed at one ensemble. The little boy ran from display to display and back as the two chatted like magpies.

Finally the man went over to the rustic looking bench, sat down and patted the space beside him. He reached into his pocket and pulled out two apples. “Let’s think about it as we have a break,” the man said. Actually he had no idea what his wife would like.

They ate their apples and then both wiped their hands with their red bandannas. “Heck dad, let’s go inside and look about, mom needs a new outfit,’ the boy said. A little bit later the two of them came out with a large box all fancily wrapped and headed home.

When the lady opened the box she smiled and hugged her son and her husband, for they saw her as she used to be, not as she was and that meant a lot. The lady at the store had put a card in the outfit that said, “Just come in and trade it for what you like, but they did like it, Nan.” A few days later the lady made the trip and as she stood outside the store looking at the displays, she could see her son and husband looking and talking.









 


The Seamstress Fitter


By Connie (CSThomas@aol.com)




Walking past this store front for the wealthy,
a lady of much less meager means stopped to
look at the dresses displayed on the mannequins,
wishing she had the funds for such finery.
She had never seen anything so eloquent as
she stood staring at this one blue dress.
She knew there was an event coming up
which the whole city was invited to but
would require an evening gown.


She certainly didn't have the funds to pay
that many dollars for such an event, so her
mind began to think of what she could do.
Fortunately for her she was an excellent
seamstress and knew she could make one like
that blue gown -- that is, if she could sketch it and
was able to look at the seams to see how it was put together.


She noticed only the shop owner was in the store
-- hardly a good time to make a sketch
and examine it thoroughly unless other
customers could keep the owner busy, but
she wanted to sketch that dress so badly.
Bravely she walked in and started inspecting
the dress, then took out a piece of paper and
began to draw the lines and folds.


Just as quickly as she had begun,
the owner came over to help her but saw
she was sketching the dress, then said --
' We're not drawing a picture
of my dress, now are we? '
Embarrassed, she quickly put her pad away
and said, 'It's such a lovely dress, isn't it?'
then hurried out of the store.


Later that night when the store had closed
the lady went back to the store and stood on the
sidewalk, then began to sketch that lovely gown.
After making a diagram as best as she could,
the next day she went to shop for material.
Finding just what she wanted, she hurried home
and with the sketch in her hand, began to cut
a pattern to resemble that blue dress.


After repeated mistakes and re-cuts of the pattern,
she felt she could cut up an old sheet to make a sample
so she wouldn't ruin the material she bought.
Working through many nights on this project,
she saw that it was just like the one in the window


So in using the paper pattern she made
she began to cut in this nice material.
Taking several days of sewing to make it
like the one in the window - she felt so
proud of her accomplishments, not
to mention the saving of hundreds of dollars
which that one in the store had cost.


On the night of this great event she donned
her gorgeous dress feeling as rich as the others
who would be at this ball. But unknown
to her, when she got to the affair, who did
she see at the ball but the lady who owned she shop,
and she had on the same dress she wanted to copy.
Stunned and unable to speak, she didn't know if
she should leave or stand her ground if the shop owner
embarrassed her for copying that blue dress
She decided to leave - much like Cinderella
at the stroke of 12.00 - for she didn't want others
at the party to know what she had done..


A couple of weeks later, when she was walking
by that same shop looking in the window
to see if she had anything new again when
the shop owner spotted her and came out.
She wanted to walk away rather than have her
confront her about copying that gown,
but she stayed and the shop owner said.
' I was hoping I would see you again, cause
I need someone to work in my shop with me
and you're just the right person to wait on
customers and become a 'fitter' for the wealthy.
Most of the ladies who come in here, the dresses
need to be altered and you'd be the right person.


The poor lady couldn't believe her good luck.
She jumped at the chance to be a fitter thinking
she would have access to all the new dresses
that came in the shop and would be allowed
to copy them as well.










 


Shopping


By Barbara (Brierhillbarbara@aol.com)




I HAVE SHOPPED, MOST OF THE TIME IN A BIG HURRY,
I HAVE TAKEN THE SIZE TO BE AS WRITTEN BY COUNTRY OF ORIGIN
I HAVE PAID THE BOLD PRICE ON THE LITTLE TAG
I HAVE WASHED THE CLOTHES AS DIRECTED.


I HAVE BOUGHT THE SHEETS FOR MY BED, EGYPTIAN COTTON.
THEY WASHED UP OK, BUT THE CORNERS WERE A JOB FOR TWO SUMO WRESTLERS
BECAUSE I USED THEM I WOULDN'T TAKE THEM BACK.
ONCE I BOUGHT A TORN BAG OF MY BRAND OF DOG FOOD, REDUCED IT SAID.


BUT NOONE TOLD THE COMPUTERS SO I PAID FULL PRICE.
I BOUGHT ONESIES FOR THE GRANDBABY
1 RED, 1 CAROLINA BLUE, AND ONE STATE RED.
WELL THE TAGS WERE SEWN INTO THE STITCHING OF THE NECK.OHHHHH


THESE ARE THE TRIALS OF THE LADY OF THE HOUSE. MY BABY IS 36.
HE HAS 2 GREAT GIRLS, NEXT TO OLDEST SON HAS A SON AND DAUGHTER.
WHEN I SHOP I LOOK FOR BUBBLES ON SALE AND SAND PLAY TOYS.
IF I'M LUCKY I'LL SIND A NICE NIGHTY THAT'S WHAT I CAME SHOPPING FOR.


I BUY CRAYONS AND BOOKS AND THE SEVEN YEAR OLD GIRLS LOVE BEADS
AND BOOKS, TOO. I AM BLESSED THEY ALL LOVE BOOKS.
THEIR DAD'S LOVE BOOKS AND THE TRAILS AND THE NIGHT SKY.
THE GIRLS ALL LOVE GIRLY THINGS, PLUS SOME BRAINY STUFF.
WELL I SHOPPED, SPENT MORE THAN I MEANT TOO.


LOL BY BRIER SEPT 2007











 

 

 

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