a new dress

She looked up from the silks and satins with a puzzled look. "Yours?" Well of course it was mine, I would not be paying for it if it were not. One had only to notice the size… 0… to know that it was mine. I did not get the same question when I went to get the shoes. I wonder if it was the torn jeans and fisherman’s sweater that threw her off? Or was it the price tag on the dress?

After leaving (with my dress) it sort of gnawed at me the assumptions that people make. All I can say is that appearances are deceiving, and often deliberately so. The clerk at the dressmaker’s should have said nothing. As you can see, I am talking about it.