goddess, it was nice to go into work today. i actually (like normal) put on my cardigan half way through the day. sweet bliss! after work i had to go to the fashion designers. the blue line is still running slow because of the fire. it's so hot. i'm miserable.
i just want to go home and check my email. so, i was going to do that handsewing on the train today? well, i didn't have them marked so i couldn't. so i was going to call the fashion desinger and say i'll come tomorrow- but i had left my phone at home! with her number!so i HAD to go, and all day i whined to ch about how i had to do this yucky thing when all i really wanted to do was go home and check my email and i got there, and there are ALL THESE PEOPLE in her studio. she was having a photo shoot tonight, and wanted the jackets i was making! so i had to stay, no dinner, little ac, and sew on all those hooks and eyes and tack down the flaps! i was there for almost an hour. with the stereotypical gay hairstylist, the cubby mohawked makeup disigner, the mysogynistic photographer and 3 tall thin blond models. they upset me SO much. they were just these anamatronic maniquins. it was so freaky and scary. and the photographer talked to them, oh it was awful. "leah! you need to eat dinner! you are falling out of your clothes! can i get you some carrot sticks? ha ha!" leah smiles. it's one thing to have your craft critqued- you need to redo this zipper, can you make this waistband thinner? but when your craft is your body, when all there is of you is your physical form, you have no spirit or personality, it creeps me out.
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