Many years ago my daughters and I colored and framed a poster entitled
“The A,B,Cs of Manners & Etiquette” featuring a little penguin illustrating all 26 rules.
“Accept a compliment graciously.” it begins.
Today I received the ultimate compliment. I wish I had accepted the compliment with less modesty and more vigor. I really feel like tearing up this poster.
The story goes like this:
I was in North Carolina over the weekend visiting my parents. On the way home today, I stopped in Charlotte to have Sunday lunch with my daughter.
In my life all roads lead to Neiman Marcus,
“Are you doing OK?” asked the polished salesperson approaching me from the Chanel department.
“Oh I’m fine……. just taking a look at this cute Kate Spade dress!” I replied while trying to decipher the belt placement.
She just stood there staring at me before suddenly blurting,
“That is the most beautiful top I have ever seen in my life!”
“Thank you so much!” I replied, accepting the compliment graciously.
“I absolutely love it! Whose design IS it?” she continued.
“I made it.” said gracious me.
“What? OMG! You made it? I can’t believe you made this! “
“Yeah……..” said I grinning ear to ear.
End of story.
Now what on earth is w r o n g with me?
Could I have not responded with a little more spunk?
Could I not have at least taken some type of action such as:
“Oh wow, thanks! Let me give you my card! You can read all about it on my blog…”
and then I would have rushed home, created a special page on the top….. and given my top a special name…….
the Mimi top……..the Katie top…….the Liberty top….
then she would share it with her buyers and then…………….… and then………………….. the imagination is a wonderful thing, huh?
For now I’ll accept this lovely compliment as an opportunity to illustrate what I’ve been telling myself all along:
It’s not that difficult to create some of the clothes found at the upper echelon department stores.
And I suppose those sweet words were just what I needed to hear to keep me going a few more months.
(top blogged here)