This post has absolutely no relevance to the store or to sewing whatsoever...
Just a warning...
About three years ago I was still in design school and our teacher had arranged for an alumnus of the school (who had since become uber-successful) to come in and talk to us about what it meant to be a designer in the "Real World."
I was kind of jazzed to see this guy and had prepared a whole slew of questions to ask him: Practical, hard hitting, important questions that I would be oh-so glad I had asked when my time in the "Real World" came.
At 1 o'clock-ish, in walks this absolutely gorgeous, dressed-to-the-nines, tall and statuesque Lenny Kravitz clone. I mean this man was ridiculously cool looking. I may have been from Maine (the land of meat-and-potatoes-men) and you may think that I was easily impressed by well-dressed, exotic-looking design school alumnii, but please remember that I did live in France for a year and the bar for exotic looking men was set pretty high. Take my word for it, this man was a work of art.
My teacher walked over to this fine hunk of delicious and clapped him on the back, shook his hand and introduced him to the class as a Butera School of Art alumnus.
The ex-student spent the next half-hour telling us about life in the "Real World" and all of the important lessons he had learned. He was giving us real nuggets of wisdom, too: meaty, gritty, substantial stuff. Years of his trials and tribulations were condensed for our benefit.
Then his speech began to wind down...
"Don't make the same mistakes I did," he said, " learn from me, listen to me, ask me anything you want to know and I will tell you..."
Immediately I shot my hand into the air.
"Yes?" he asked.
I took a deep breath and asked the question I had been dying to ask him ever since he walked into the room.
"Are those Gucci sunglasses?"
Silence in the room. Maybe a cricket was chirping in the corner as everyone turned to stare at me.
"Ahhhh, yeah..." Lenny replied, "any other questions?"
More silence in the room.
I looked around...
No one was asking anything.
Nobody was grasping this opportunity.
My hand shot up in the air again.
"Yes?" he asked, hopeful.
"Can I try them on?"
Years later and I still remember.
Are they not the coolest thangs ever?
(In case you're wondering, he did let me try them on... good sport, that guy.)
And yes, tonight I am all hopped-up on cold medicine.
See you again soon, sweeties!