promising opportunity

Tonight I meet Joy. 

My post about looking for introductions results in some reposts, and through one of those reposts, I connect with Joy — she is a stylist for a men’s custom-clothing company and she is looking to expand her team.

I read up on the company.  And what I read is impressive.  And so when Joy invites me to a 3-hour meeting tonight of the fall line, I say sure.

But as the time to leave approaches, I really really don’t want to go.  I’ve been out the last two nights and all I want to do is stay home and organize my apartment.  Plus, I do not want to have dinner at 4:15, so I can leave by five (I’m meeting Joy at 5:45 in midtown).  But I know I can’t cancel, and I know I should go.  And so I do.

I get to The Westin, where the meeting is being held, and at first feel like I’ve walked into an Avon get-together (though I've never been to one of those).  There are mostly women milling around.  All fashionably attired, bubbly, and familiar with one another.  

I don’t like cults, and initially I feel like I’m in one. 

But once I meet Joy, who is genuinely nice, and once the meeting begins, my

fears are quickly dispelled. 

The clothes are gorgeous.  The fabrics are from the top mills in Italy, including Loro Piana.  And much of the clothing is custom made. By cutting out the middleman, and selling directly to the consumer, the price of the clothing is reduced substantially.

I come home excited.  I could start right away. I can still do real estate. I think the product is fabulous and the pricing excellent.  I would have to learn how to measure men for suits and coats and shirts, but that I can learn.  

 And thankfully, we are not expected to measure the inner seam on the pants.