Fashion Tailors

Elite '08

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sherri s.

Denver, CO

So, I am not the kind of girl who buys things that don't fit thinking "I can get this altered later". It either fits or it don't. The days of my Nana taking in clothes for me ended when she passed away, and I'm good with that.
So, I was shopping one of my favorite stores and I saw the same Tommy dress that has been taunting me for weeks now, still on the shelf, still beautiful, still too big. At the register I tell the owner of the shop how I love this dress and how I was so bummed it didn't fit and she proceeds to tell me about her seamstress, which just happens to be on my way home. Well, if that's not my Nana giving me a pinch from above I don't know what is.
The store owner mentions that the seamstress closes at 5p and it's 4:48, so no way. The probabilitity of me going back after today is so unlikely I know it's just not meant to be, but I buy the dress anyway. I speed through Cherry Creek and when I pull in front of the tailor, there is no parking.  I drive through the alley - "parking only" for the liquor store next door, and the College Inn it's sandwiched between. I'm just S.O.L., but I continue on. I pull back out and round the block and I see a space, but the light is now red. JFC.
I finally realize the mission I am on just to get this one thing and I think "is this really that important? No. But, now it's a challenge and what else do I have going on the Friday night before my kids come back from camp? Yeah. So, I park and race back half a block and as I push through the door I see these two Russian ladies sitting in the back chatting in front of the TV oblivious to the turmoil and stress going on outside of their front door. I immediately apologize, "I know it's 5 till 5p and you are closing but Elizabeth sent me and she said "blah blah blah". And by the way "what's up with the parking"? She gets up from her chair and approaches me and in her thick accent says "Friday night...no parking". She then pulls pins from her apron thingy and points to the dressing room - "You, go in there", b/c by then, the woman who was finding rock star parking in the lot adjacent to the store as I ran past was pushing in.
I changed with the speed of light, and when I came out, the other woman said "cute dress" and I beamed b/c women just don't compliment each other enough. The shopowner moved quickly with the pinning action as I stood there afraid to sweat, and as she finished the top she said "just the waist up, not the bottom" as if I didn't know my trunk didn't need any pinning. I giggled and said "yeah, little in the middle but bigger on the bottom", and the other woman in the store remarked, "You're built like me". Lot's of love going on in that store today.
I whipped off the dress, pins in place and the storeowner had me write my name and phone number on a piece of yellow notepad. That's it.
But, somehow I felt my dress was safe.
...truly pleased, and in my hood too!
When I picked the dress up, the ladies were in the exact same positions I left them in the week before. The dress was ready (on time). The cost was reasonable, and it now fits like a glove (except in the trunk :)
Note: they only take cash and checks, no credit cards~

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