Almost every time after the first day of a collection, I drive home with the car full of thoughts.
\nFatigue seems to want to get in too, but I offer it a seat in the trunk, and it grumbles its way in.<\/p>\n
\u2014Sorry, little brother, I say, there\u2019s no room inside; the crew is full.<\/p>\n
I should collapse into bed at home.
\nBecause my family is waiting.
\nLikely, hot soup is steaming.
\nThe cozy robe is swinging, missing me.
\nSlippers are nudging at the door.
\nBut, as usual, I don\u2019t rush.
\nI drive slowly, carrying my thoughts as if they were the most fragile cargo.<\/p>\n
What am I thinking about?
\nAbout you.<\/p>\n
I slow down.
\nI raise the volume of the radio.
\nThe thoughts, seated in the crew, begin to move.
\nSwaying to the melody of a favorite song.
\nThey start to oscillate.<\/p>\n
Morning.
\nBefore the clock hits eleven, the boutique doors begin to open timidly.
\nSome have taken a day off.
\nOthers have shortened their lunch break.
\nSome have snuck away from work.
\nSome clutching their little ones in their arms.
\nSome still keeping them safely in their tummies.
\nSome have arranged for someone to \u201ctend\u201d to them for at least an hour.
\nSome glance nervously at the clock.
\nSome keep running out to answer an urgent work call.<\/p>\n
But.
\nAll SMILE.<\/p>\n
Some are familiar, and upon meeting, AGAIN IN LINE, they greet each other joyfully.<\/p>\n
Some try on outfits two at a time in the fitting room.<\/p>\n
Some wave and settle to try on clothes in the corner of the fitting rooms.
\nThose standing nearby encourage:
\n\u2014Try on boldly, men rarely come in here.<\/p>\n
Almost all of you come to appear in front of the \u201ccentral\u201d mirror.
\nSometimes two or three meet while trying on the same dress, glance at each other, and frame an even better photo:
\n\u2014If you buy it, I\u2019ll buy it too.<\/p>\n
Those standing in line with their \u201cbundles\u201d comment, advise, examine.
\nThey rejoice at the chance to see the same thing on others.
\nYou zip up each other, help tie bows.<\/p>\n
Sometimes, after trying on your choices, you sit comfortably with coffee, just enjoying watching others try on clothes.<\/p>\n
And I am there, moving around.
\nThere\u2019s no time to stand and admire.
\nBut the feeling that one big family is buzzing is heartwarming.
\nLeaving behind work. Homes. Daily troubles and mishaps.
\nAdjusting longer lunch breaks, rescheduling clients, skipping meals\u2014you choose the line.
\nAnd knowing every time where you are going and that you\u2019ll have to wait\u2026
\nYOU COME BURSTING THROUGH THE BOUTIQUE DOORS AGAIN WITH THE BIGGEST SMILE, and the store starts clattering with women\u2019s voices and spreading the best mood.<\/p>\n
But if during the day I don\u2019t have time to pause and admire THIS SIGHT, know that in the evening,
\nafter work, after putting the boutique to sleep,
\non the drive home, I slow down for this exact reason.
\nI swing the image of the day in my mind and still cannot believe it\u2019s real.
\nI probably will never get used to it.
\nBut if I ever lose it\u2014I\u2019ll cry out loud.<\/p>\n
This is one of the most beautiful feelings I have been GIFTED in this life.
\nAnd I say it completely sincerely.
\nAfter all, I only juggle clothes.
\nNot feelings.
\nSo why do they move me so strongly?<\/p>\n
I hug,
\nV.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"template":"","class_list":["post-17527","istorija","type-istorija","status-publish","hentry"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/viktorijos.lt\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/istorija\/17527","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/viktorijos.lt\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/istorija"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/viktorijos.lt\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/istorija"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/viktorijos.lt\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=17527"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}