First entry:
The first time I met her was about a week ago. A very petite woman holding a big plastic bag made her way into the boutique. Her name is
Abi.
Abi is a frail looking woman, I describe her as frail because she had a hard time with the heavy front door when entering the shop. As she starts talking to me she lights up, there is a spunky fire in her eyes and a nice smile. Encased in the bag she carried a pillow almost as big as her. She is looking to match the trimming on the pillow. Of course it's not ours, and we don't carry it.
To me,
Abi is reminiscent of the moms that I grew up around. Not my mom mind you. The Jewish moms at my school, the ones that had a community and hung out. The moms who went shopping together and had the holiday parties; my friend's moms. My mom worked in the film industry and was much different than the other "moms" from our school. I digress.
Abi loves her pillow, the problem is that a very small section of the trimming has been damaged. She has been traipsing all over town trying to find a duvet that she can cut the trimming off of or the source of the trim itself. I offer to take a picture and price out a custom on the trim:

The response is less than ideal for her situation. The price comes back a little over $50 a yard which is a great price for a custom trim. The minimum is ten yards, also good for a custom trim, however, not so good for
Abi. I leave her a message to tell her the news, I have learned not to make decisions for other people about their money or, how they want to spend it. Now I wait.