It felt like we went to Nanette's all the time, but probably it was about twice a year that my mom and Nana took us down to New Castle DE for dresses at this warehouse of sorts. It looked like an abandoned factory and when we walked in, were greeted with rows of adorable handmade dresses that seemed to go on (and up) as far as the eye could see. Off to our left - in a top secret employees only room - sat tons of miserable looking old ladies sewing away. Is it possible that at the young age of 5 I had my first peek at a sweatshop? I'll never know.
Looking back, these handmade dresses were gorgeous, the likes of which you don't find today. I sure hope my mom saved a few. Despite the exquisiteness and affordable prices of our glamour, the place still seemed very far (likely 45 min. away) and coincidently, did not have a potty...at least not a public one. Tons of parents hauled their small ones to this warehouse to try on the new fashions. You meant to tell me a children's "boutique," one that clearly markets to the parents of toddlers and girls and boys who can never "hold it in" doesn't have a public restroom?!
Such was the case. So mom and Nana took to bribery: Hold it in, behave, and we'll go to McDonald's afterwards. If it hadn't been for Happy Meals, all hell would have broken loose inside Nanette's. I wouldn't be surprised if other families employed this tactic as well.
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