So now I have my counter and a fine one she is, so why haven’t I used it yet!? Well it’s been a busy week so far with no end in sight. It seems like one thing after another takes my time from what I want/plan to do, to what needs to be done and there is never any shortage of needs. Wants, needs, should be one of the same, and I can’t complain as work keeps the shop running like a well-greased wheel but I can never get caught up enough to stop the hyperventilating and just brreaatthheeeeeeeee.............
The new website has initiated an influx of business so we are out straight, even a client from Tokyo and one from New Zealand! A woman phoned in today from Truro who was urged by a friend in Alberta to check us out. She was so excited when she phoned in an order, discovering us in her own backyard was like finding a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. Funny after almost 13 years in business people from Nova Scotia are still happening on us accidentally, either by walking past the building or having a friend from another province or country point us out.
best, delivering wonderful rugs along with the birth of her grand babies, what an heirloom to carry throughout their life. Lorraine is one of the good people, can’t find a darn thing bad to say about her, not that I’m looking; I’m just saying she’s special. Stella is a very lucky little girl to have a grandma like Lorraine and although she lives in California I’m sure there will be lots of visits back and forth and Skyping in-between.
I broached the subject about a hooker calendar for 2013. Between the raucous laughter there was one or two displays of flashing bras so I don’t think it’ll be a hard sell. Really, I didn’t need a preview but it was enlightening in that it reinforced the need for me to buy a few new bras…I’ve been putting it off and the support just isn’t there anymore. The elastic parts gave up the ghost a few months back and I’ve not found the time to do an undergarment run. There is nothing I hate more than bra shopping. All that in and out of the change room. Clothes on, clothes off, gives one a glimpse of a prostitute’s day. It’s always so cold in those change rooms too! The shrinkage factor, the complete opposite of what happens to men, can affect the bra fitting properly!
A bra is a very personal thing, not to be taken lightly (as if size D’s could be taken lightly!) If I score a good fit I just buy four or five in various colours and I’m set for the next year or so. The styles seem to come and go or I would just order the same one as last time but no, bra
hunting is like a man getting a body wax, painful! I’m not a big shopper anyway, usually run in get what I want and get out. I shop like a man and when I find something I like I just buy a lot of it. If you think I’m wearing the same pair of jeans every day you’d be wrong….I bought eight pairs. When I find something I like I get as much as possible. I liked the way these jeans make my legs look skinny and my butt small, well that’s my opinion, but the main reason for bulk buying is so I won’t be a slave to laundry. I’ve have 30 pairs of panties so I’m good to go in that department too and in extenuating circumstances, I could stretch out a few more days, turning them inside out provides a makeshift fresh start or go commando if need be. I understand that men do this sort of thing and hey it's a good idea, you do what to have to. Now that might be too much information and you’re probably moaning, Oh Christine, you’ve gone too far, but remember I'm a leg puller so it's up to you to decide if this is a Ripley’s or a Not!
Well on that note, I’m off to bed. Well, back to sleep. I came home from the hook-in and dozed on the sofa. I’ve not been sleeping so well lately but that couch seems to be the drug that knocks me out faster than a club on the head. I'm notorious for falling asleep anywhere, at the drop of a hat, except of course in bed. Give me a chair, comfortable or otherwise and I’m snoring. Even the car, sitting in the passenger seat or while driving, (another story for another time), but get
horizontal on my mattress, where I’m supposed to relax and drift off to sleep, my brain fires up like a chainsaw and I’m buzzing away as if I’m jacked up on cocaine. So thanks for the sofa, I had a wonderful, unbroken five hours of sleep, probably as much as I can expect at this menopausal/post-menopausal (I don’'t know where the heck I am) point in my life. I awoke around 4:30 am with lights on, shivering to a cooling house, got up to stock the wood stove and was drawn to the computer like a moth to a flame. I’ll admit, I’m addicted to checking my email, but that dependency never killed anyone, and the next thing a blank page is staring me in the face and I’m writing tomorrow’s blog. You know, that is the one thing I like most about being me. No set anything. I beat to a different drum in that there’s never any set schedule. I do what I want, when I want. Life is good that way, nothing ordinary in my extraordinary, never a dull moment, life.