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I'm tired. Working on a corset that is just one struggle after another. Desperate for thread, I begged my Mom to pick some up for me yesterday. Accordingly, I dropped off a piece of the lining at the house on the way in to work. She lost it. Never mind that I begged for a scrap of the fabric from Jay to do the lining, and the only other piece I had was stained and unusable. Never mind that Mom didn't actually go anywhere, so we know it's in the house somewhere. It's gone. Now, this is on top of my carefully laying out the outer fabric whilst on the phone flirting last week, and discovering after the fact that I'd cut it BACKWARDS. And this is also on top of the fact that the damned thing is TEN MONTHS LATE-- though that's partly the client's fault. This corset has just been one thing after another. But it's almost done now, and by G-d, it goes this week. I want it off my neck. I've explained to the customer, and she's been understanding.
We're almost certain now that Simon has lost my boots, and simply doesn't have the spine to tell me. I'm incredibly disappointed, and also furious. Six months, and I've called over a dozen times, and faxed four times. Next, unfortunately, has to be attempting resolution through the Better Business Bureau. No, the parallels aren't lost on me, but I've at least spoken to my customer and apologised. In my own case, nothing. I spoke with one person there, once, and she swore Simon would get right back to me, and was trying to get hold of me. I'm very angry. Those were expensive boots, and I loved them very, very much.
Anyone in or near Savannah wanna pay a housecall for me?
Dinner at the Union League last night. The food was nice, but being around my parents' lovely friends and my own lovely niece was even better. One lesson for me? If you haven't worn heels in a very long time, buying 4" heels at lunch and wearing them to walk across Center City is generally a Very Bad Idea.
We're almost certain now that Simon has lost my boots, and simply doesn't have the spine to tell me. I'm incredibly disappointed, and also furious. Six months, and I've called over a dozen times, and faxed four times. Next, unfortunately, has to be attempting resolution through the Better Business Bureau. No, the parallels aren't lost on me, but I've at least spoken to my customer and apologised. In my own case, nothing. I spoke with one person there, once, and she swore Simon would get right back to me, and was trying to get hold of me. I'm very angry. Those were expensive boots, and I loved them very, very much.
Anyone in or near Savannah wanna pay a housecall for me?
Dinner at the Union League last night. The food was nice, but being around my parents' lovely friends and my own lovely niece was even better. One lesson for me? If you haven't worn heels in a very long time, buying 4" heels at lunch and wearing them to walk across Center City is generally a Very Bad Idea.