Today I received an email asking for a few 'gunnas'* for the next red carpet event. As if I didn't have any lovely pieces I could easily send today. I have decided to embark myself in a 38 hour frenzy ,making a few pieces I think would be much nicer for the wonderful candidate.
There is nothing better than an impossible deadline to get one's life back in track...specially after a week or so living in limbo....
In anticipation of a couple of sleepless nights and overdosing in chocolate and coffee...I wish you all a wonderful weekend !
There is no hiding my sentiment, and I have bored you all about this already, regarding the passing of McQueen. I'm not sure why I have been so affected by it, but losing a dear friend several years ago in the exact same manner has brought up ghosts of the past which have to be dealt with.
It's as if someone has ripped my heart out and turned my brain into mushy peas. I can't think and the headache is permanent
Travelling to London the day after the news, and it was miserably cold and wet, didn't help escape the moment. He was on the cover of every single paper, on the news on the Express train to Paddington and every conversation I over heard was talking about him.
I did go from fabric shop to fabric shop listening to personal stories of a young and determined McQueen, breathless, running around looking for fabrics. It was meaningful to be in London that day. And although sad I'm glad I was there
On a complete different note, yesterday, as I walked the dog, a wonderful 6 or 7 month old boxer puppy came out of nowhere and joined us for a couple of hours of play.
When it was time to go I didn't have the heart to leave her behind in the park, on her own. Incredibly thin she jumped into my car and we drove her to the vet to check her micro chip...the bad news is some irresponsible owner had not fulfilled their duties of doing this . Leaving me with this adorable dog and no where to find her owner.
I printed posters, drove around and went to the same park several times. No sign of owner.
She stayed the night, but I live in a tiny apartment and all I can say is that no one slept well last night.
This morning I drove her to the pound. I cried the 40 minute journey there and the 40 minute journey back. If I had a garden I would have kept her.
I would like to scream at her owner for not being responsible enough to microchip her. I wouldn't be so upset and the poor dog wouldn't be freezing out in the cold now.
To end this moan on a lighter note..it turns out I will be going to Paris after all...