Out on Good Behavior…
August 9, 2013 § Leave a comment
Ahhhhh…I’m 40+ hours into test stitching my new Orange is the New Black Cross Stitch Pattern and it seems totally conceivable I will finish well before the launch date I set for August 15th. Awe Yiss! Squeezing this into about a week in half has felt a wee bit like solitary confinement. And when you do a chunk of monotonous work days on end, your mind certainly goes places you haven’t been in quite a while. I revisited last meetings with friends who have passed, saw arguments and injustices long ago in a new and slightly wiser light, I even contemplated my value and place in life presently. It’s been WAY intense and I so welcome finishing this and launching this baby in the world!
Today, though as I was finishing some details on the border and keeping watch at the shop, I was reminded of another prison drama. A young lady (spitting image of Gretchen Mol, I swear) strides in clad in workout spandex and barks across the store “you gift wrap?” I explained we do…sort of…if a store labeled bag is ok with a smattering of tissue, then yeah. She ignored me, and I continued helping someone else. She comes to the counter with a vintage tea set; darling for sure…total bitch to wrap for someone in a hurry. So, I’m protectively wrapping each lid and vessel and oh. my. god. she starts to advise me on how to expedite this. Remember Brooks from Shawshank Redemption, paroled and fumbling around as a meager bag boy? That was me!
Trying to recover, uh, some dignity, I’m like “Sooooo…are you headed somewhere right now?” She faltered a bit and finally smiled “uh, yes”…“yeah, you seem a bit in a hurry” Since I’m a pro (ha ha), I give her a blank enclosure card to fill out, at least keeping her busy while I finish up with the wrapping. Thankfully, she seemed satisfied as she hurried along to whatever festivities (in her workout clothes – yoga party?) I’m not mad; it actually is pretty funny. We move so fast in life, we miss out on the details and tiny interactions with one another. And if I’m being honest, I am just as guilty, because here I am, a chunk of a week en-massed in stitches…hoping they count for something and to someone.