nasty funk last night. a's voice across the cell phone was a lifeline. stomped tiredly into the costume shop this morning and christopher said, "hello, how are you today?"
i replied, "not real great. i'm pretty much a mess emotionally."
he said, "aw, come here darling" and gave me a big hug.
then he told me i was tactful and sweet. it was perfect- tactful seems like such a wierd thing to say, but it was EXACTLY what i needed to hear- the very adjective- the hand of the goddess working through people in my life.
i said he smelled good, and he said, "look at you today! you say you don't have breasts, but i see them! why today i'm going to call you the woman of wolmosdorf" i said of where? and he said it was the name of that lovely famous ancient ancient statue. i can't remember the actual name now though. pity i only kept my art history 2 book.
anyway, less fun in the costume shop, with frances always around. but we got out early, and so i went to eat lunch with ch at the flowershop, and then went to the fashion designers. she's a bit harried, she has a meeting with a buyer for macy's soon, so she's trying to get all her samples done. so instead of giving me the fabric for all the pants, she has me patterning and making a sample for a coat and another pair of pants. fun!
got home and rested a few minutes before going to women and children first for the reading and book release party for robert's new book, a field guide to gay and lesbian chicago. it was really good- he and his co-author kathie are really funny. i love w&cf so much- always spend money, every time i go. saw something perfect for l, but didn't buy it- am quite proud of myself. a needs to come to chicago so we can go there together- it is full of books that remind me of her. anyway, i had robert and kathie sign my book, and kathie wrote- thanx caitlin- you're hot!
a was telling me i should recite afirmations, last night. but look at me, getting afirmations from other people. it's really good. i'm trying to fully appriciate it, and remove myself from my slump.
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