I went to eat a quick lunch in between my fittings and discovered there was no orange tote bag with lunch, water, and snacks tucked away in it’s usual spot under my work table. No siree. Not even after I dug all the way to the back of the shelf behind the bits of fabric and patterns. No lunch. Not enough time between fittings to run out for something.
Now you know you didn’t need those calories anyway. Look at how much you ate yesterday.
On the yesterday in question I had lunch in Berkeley with a friend. Delicious, decadent lunch, wine, and dessert. Plus a visit to Lacis where I got up close and personal with some exquisite Edwardian clothes and made a few… a few? Is that what you call a few?? purchases at Stone Mountain and Daughter. It was while I was there, pulling bolt after bolt of fabric off the shelves trying to decide among several choices, that my phone rang. I fumbled in my bag. The phone kept eluding my grasp. I dropped several bolts on the floor. I dumped most of my purse contents out on top of the fabric. I still couldn’t find the phone though I could hear it taunting me. I missed the call. Once I had the troublesome little bugger phone in my hands, I put it in my pocket with my keys so as to be handy when it rang again. Then I tidied up, bought one of everything made my purchase and ran off , car keys in hand to save my car from the meter maid.
Then getting on the expressway back to Sac… I realised… OMG… I spent all my cash in Berkeley and I wouldn’t have anything to pay the toll with at the Carquinez bridge. !@#$% I turned around and headed for an ATM. Which, maddeningly were all on the other side of the street in what was now rush hour traffic.
Having finally obtained the necessary, I crawled home accompanied by every commuter between San Francisco and Vacaville …and I certainly hope that toll taker in his little booth really appreciated how much I went thru to hand him that $20 he didn’t even look twice at… Once there, I reached in my pocket for my keys and there were none. I checked my bag. I dumped my bag out on top of my fabric, again. I checked the car. I checked my pockets again. I wondered where I was going to sleep. I was able to get a second set from the Production Manager. Bless her, 20 minutes later she would have been at the show and unavailable.
Next morning, I planned carefully for a day of fittings and then left the fruits of my plan on the counter.
No lunch for the scatterbrained
I made do with 2 big cookies from the shop stash of treats.
Which you really didn’t need.
and a huge ripe peach I bought that morning in the open air farmer’s market in the park.
See, everything turned out just fine. Yeah? You try to do fittings all afternoon on a 2 cookie sugar rush.