A TOUCH OF NEW...
A TOUCH OF NEW… I had lost weight. But it didn’t show, especially at the bank where I worked, because I was still wearing the same old pleated skirts and sweaters as before. I was twenty-four. Browsing through all the city dress shops in search of some new clothes, I happened to walk into a store, new to me, called “The Tall Shop” just to see what it was like. After all, I had always been the tallest one in every class photo. I saw two dresses which I loved at a good price on their sale rack, but when I held them up, the street-length dresses flowed down to the floor and out to the side! Well, THAT won’t work , I thought, feeling odd to be the short one. But along came a sales lady who persuaded me to try them on. As the lovely sky blue linen dress with a matching sleeveless top accented by white piping, so fashionable and unique at that time; and the softly-tucked beig...