I’m not sure if you’re up for it because you must be relieved we have all moved on from Arabella’s formal(s), but there’s just one thing that’s been lingering on and that is the story of the silver clutch purse.
Arabella and I scoured the shops looking for a suitable clutch purse and we did find it in Oroton. But even though it was reduced from $600 to $300, it needed another zero knocked off it to fit in with my budget. So we battled on but found nothing. The problem is, we were looking for something that didn’t exist. We were looking for a summer clutch in the middle of winter.
Things became desperate and while we were shopping I remembered a shoe shop that sold accessories. However I was quite hesitant to go in there because once I’d been needing shoes for an event and I went in and found the owner to be an old, cranky and fed-up woman who heaved and sighed and rolled her eyes a lot. I asked to try on a pair of shoes and she brought them out but they were too wide and the next pair didn’t have the right heel and the next was the wrong colour and the next were too big and then too ageing and too flashy and too casual and so it went on until I was buried in a sea of shoes with the woman losing patience and becoming more and more savage.
I hadn’t done it deliberately.
Anyway, Arabella and I went in and she was looking all stern and sour but we ignored her and started looking at clutch purses. Can you believe we found one in light silver that was just what she wanted. The woman showed Arabella how to open it. ‘You have to push down on the bauble and then it opens. Right?’
The next day was the formal and as Arabella was leaving she grabbed the clutch, pushed down on the bauble and snap. The mechanism broke so it couldn’t open or close. With near-tears she had to leave without it.
The next day I returned it to the shop and the woman said Arabella had pushed the bauble sideways and that’s how it broke. I said, ‘No, that’s not the case. You showed her how to open it and it just broke’. But she went on and on about how Arabella had been rough with it but reluctantly she exchanged it for another bag but letting me know how much money she was losing by doing so.
Then came formal number two. Just as Arabella was leaving she pushed down on the bauble and the same thing happened I told her to take the bag and just hold it closed which she had to do all night.
A few days later I took the bag back and the woman again accused Arabella of breaking the bag and she said, ‘We’ve sold hundreds of these bags and we’ve never had a problem. I’m not exchanging it because I lost money on the last one so I’ll send this back to be repaired. She’s broken it. That’s what she’s done. She didn’t push it down like I told her to’.
I left it with her.
Today she phoned. She said, ‘The purse cannot be repaired because your daughter has pushed it so it’s snapped off so it’s beyond repair so I’m not giving you another one because she’ll just go and do the same thing’.
I said, ‘You need to stop saying that because you have no evidence of what she did or didn’t do with that purse. I’m telling you she opened it in the correct way. She’s not an idiot. She knows how to open a clutch purse.’
She said, ‘Alright, alright. I’ll give you a different bag. It’s still silver but it doesn’t have a bauble she can snap off. It just has a little clasp you can lift. I’ve sold hundreds of these and your daughter is the first person to break one. I’m losing money on this’.
So this afternoon I went and collected the bag. Arabella doesn’t like it. ‘I don’t like the handle mum’.
‘Arabella, this woman is not going to refund my money. It’s take this bag or kiss the money goodbye. Do you like the bag a little more now? Is it growing on you?’
‘I’ll put it in my wardrobe’.
But something did happen to brighten Arabella’s day. She received flowers. I saw them at the front door and foolishly thought they were for me but no, Arabella’s name was on the card. Remember the rock musician from America? They’re from him but I’m not allowed to tell you that. It’s because he’s famous, (never heard of him) so I’m not allowed to mention him on my blog. So I’m not going to say anything except that he’s on tour at the moment and he sent some flowers saying, ‘Thinking of you’ (but you didn’t hear that) and the flowers are so lovely I asked Arabella if she would like them in her room or could we put them somewhere more public.
And recovering swiftly from the clutch she doesn’t like, she let me display them above the fireplace in the dining room.
We’re both happy.
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