I meant to post this the night of the photo shoot, but here it is Sunday. Eeeek. How does time just slip away?
The photo is of the suitcase when I packed it in a hurry at the end of the shoot so you can see why I let Linda do it; despite good intentions, I just am not capable of doing a lovely job! Everything has now been unpacked and sorted, and samples (not many of these) shipped off to vendors to have in their booths at VK Live in NYC. Other things are ready for labels and hang tag and the rest are put away. I really need to get some trunk shows set up because otherwise this stuff just lives in my already crowded closets.
We were so organized that I was very optimistic the morning of the photo shoot. When I checked email there was a notice from my bank that there was an unusual charge (love it that my bank knows I’m not a Las Vegas Resort type of gal) on my credit card and to get in touch. So as I was making the last few I-cords I needed I gave them a call. Got one of those crazy phone things and at one point there was no way to move ahead without pressing a number–and none of the options really worked, so I chose what I thought was best–and it turned out to be the worst. So I had to call the bank again and try to get a real person. It was easily sorted out by canceling my card, but they somehow thought it should be my responsibility to check back to make sure the charge didn’t get billed to the account. I’ve been a customer with this card since 1982 and that just didn’t sit well with me because I was afraid if I forgot to call them I would end up being responsible. I eventually got kicked to a supervisor who finalized the cancellation and got it sorted out.
But now I was 15 minutes late. I still had to get gas, go to the bank for cash, and stop by the post office to pick up a failed Express Mail delivery containing a sample. You know this isn’t going to go the way I want it to, don’t you? The post office didn’t have the package (well they did, but the person was unwilling to look for it anyplace other than wherever they thought it should be–I got it the next day) and I didn’t have time to chase after it, so I went for gas and cash and got onto the freeway.
Next stop–well, it should have been the photographer’s studio, but I forgot which freeway to take, and I took the wrong one. Got stuck in a slowdown and it took 15 minutes to get to an exit where I could get off and get turned around. This involved me calling Mitch, who called Nancy (I didn’t have her phone number with me) and some map work by Mitch to help me get going in the right direction. I arrived at Nancy Rothstein’s fabulous new studio at 11 am, not 10:30. I actually started to think maybe I should get a smart phone.
We got going right away, and if you look at the list you can see that we only missed out on photographing two hats, the sample that was being held hostage at the post office, and two bags. I had kind of hoped to get more pictures of my little girl collection, but really, you can only get about 10 minutes of focus (spread out over 30 minutes) from a 4 year old! The model was great, and I felt for her mother, but at 4, being a model is tricky. Nancy is really good with children and I have no idea how you coax them to do what you want.
I had thrown apples into my purse as I ran out the door at 9:30 am. I ate one on my way to Oakland, and one on the way back. I went directly from the photo shoot to take my mom to her hair cut (I was late for that too, and couldn’t locate my phone in my huge handbag with one hand while driving 70 mph so there is a another series of events associated with that which I won’t bore you with). I was going to get a cookie as a reward when I picked up a cappuccino for Mom while her hair was being cut, but Peet’s was a hot mess and I didn’t think they could handle it, so figured I’d just eat when I got home. Of course by then, 3:45 pm, I was nearly faint. Never did get a chance to grab something to eat. Mitch had to go to San Diego a day early so I ended up driving him to BART so he could get to the airport. I went to the food carts and got food for dinner, and for two additional meals!
The remainder of the evening was spent on the couch! I knit a bit, but mostly just vegged–I had no energy left.