As you may know, I love jewelry, maybe because my Dad was a Costume Jewelry manufacturer on 36th Street in New York for all my growing-up years.
Recently I was going to my dermatologist and stopped in at King Jewelers. I wanted to buy a bracelet for my cousin’s daughter for the holidays.
When I saw their beautiful brochure, I jumped to the conclusion that they were stuck there on the table. Being a staunch direct marketer, I thought they should be in the mail, going to my apartment and all my friends’ also in Aventura. Read the rest of this entry
I had blogged about the fact that my Mom insisted that I write thank you notes, and how those handwritten notes still made a huge difference in my life.
Then, I received an unexpected one myself from a great salesperson. I had raced into St. John’s (who sell beautiful knitted suits) and asked the salesman if he could find me a black skirt quick! I was leaving for Rhode Island to speak at the Travel Learning Conference, and somehow, I didn’t have the skirt that went with my favorite St. John jacket.
He went to the back and found two, and one was a size too small. He told me to try it on anyway, and it could always be blocked a size larger. It did fit, and I bought it and ran out the door, in time to make my flight.
Then I received this beautiful handwritten note from my savior, Armando.
You know I’m headed back there to see what he has for Spring. How great is that? A handwritten thank you note from someone who saved the day for me?