so i stayed up finishing my sewing last night, and i broke one of the zippers. so i said fuck it and went to bed. woke up in time to take mitzi to the vet, hopefully the last time. i'll pick her up tomorrow morning- it's quiet without her. on the way in i left a message for the fashion designer saying i'd be bringing everything by tomorrow. well, she called me in a panic, saying she wanted me to bring it by yesterday, but she neeeds it this afternoon, shipping out to lake magazine, for the 40 year old women who live in the lake houses. luckily it's july. ch gave me time off, so i left early, rode the train home, got the garmets, then back again to her studio. but she was so greatful. she said i saved her life. that made it almost worth it. and i have a FABULOUS book i'm reading right now. it's so beautifully written, and the characters so relateable. it makes me ache for the particular sad lonelyness europe instills in me. the main character's grandmother calls his depressions his "mouse moods." i like it muchly.
still, i have hours of alterations to make before i go back to the fashion designer's tomorrow. and i spent way too much time gossipping with z about her weekend at the beach with j and her fam.
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