The Dress In The PX Window

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The Dress In The PX Window

...Continued from previous post:
      Soon after we arrived at the Hale Koa I saw this sundress in the Post Exchange window display.

​     The Post Exchange, otherwise known as the PX, is a mini-department/grocery store where military folks stationed on post can find all sorts of necessities. 

        As soon as I saw this dress in the PX window I felt that it was a necessity, though I couldn't say why I needed to have it. Except that I liked it. But is liking needing?
​        After a few minutes of cogitating over the problem, I came up with a solution: I needed this dress because, though I'd brought my bathing suit on this trip, I didn't bring along a swim cover to wear over it on my way to the beach or the pool. Never mind that I just about never get into the water (see post from 5/9/2025, https://www.ailantha.com/blog/water-water-everywhere-but-i-dont-like-to-swim).
          But what if this time I decided to? Why, I'd need a swim cover. (And, okay, I might wear the dress other times, too).
         So I went into the PX to buy my sundress.
         But, though I roamed through all the racks of dresses, there was not another of the exact dress that was on the mannequin in the window. There was a white dress with red flowers and a white dress with blue flowers, but not another pale yellow dress with magenta flowers. 
          I went to the check out and asked the clerk if there was, by chance, another of the same dress as was on display in the window. The friendly clerk told me that there was not, but if I wanted the dress that was in the window, I should just go ahead and take it off the mannequin.
            "Oh, thanks," I said. I thought a moment. "Should I, um, put another dress on the mannequin?"
             The clerk thought a moment. "Um,  sure," they said.
​              So I picked out what I considered to be the second prettiest dress among the selections, the white dress with the red flowers. I then proceeded to window dress the mannequin. 

       For never having window-dressed a mannequin before, I thought my effort was not half bad. 

         Nor was it all that good.
         I could not get the bodice straight across the shoulders, no matter how I yanked and pulled.

      Every time I passed the PX window I zeroed in on that aggravatingly crooked bodice. On two occasions I even popped back into the store and endeavored to straighten out the shoulder line, but to no avail.
         Then, on our last day in Hawaii, in the PX window where the white dress with the red flowers had been, I saw this:

     I expect that some one must have seen that white and red dress, liked it and bought it, crooked presentation and all. 
        I wonder if they redressed the mannequin?
​         To be continued...