It's Sooo Good

Well, that was a day. Now back to my regular life.
It started with early rising to get to the hotel to show my items. I didn't get all the mannequins out, or the heads attached, and it was over. Let's just say I would be surprised to hear from them.
I decided, with a two and a half hour wait before the afternoon seminar began, to drive my things home and take the el back to the hotel. My mom was still here when I arrived, and I got treated to a meltdown about a family estrangement that has been going on for five years, or ever since I lost my building. It's a long, ugly story, that some of my friends know, and I'm not going to repeat it here.
My apartment looks so much better. There were things unpacked that I had forgotten I had. As it turns out, I have quite the collection of vintage mixing bowls. I hadn't seen my Jadeite coffee mugs in many years. I have a functional guest/dressing room that's going to be pretty! There's still some work, and some hanging of shelves that the Man needs to participate in, so I'm sure this will take a long time. My mom can really whip a messy, unorganized living space into shape. I think it would have been a great business. She was driven. I did get a fair amount of judgement, though, not unexpected, and mostly about the yarn accumulation. She said that I won't knit most of it, and I responded that I don't feel that way at all.
When I was at the Francisco el stop, I saw a woman with her back turned to me, and I knew who she was by her mittens. She belongs to my knitting guild, and I sat with her for part of my trip back downtown. She rides a bus that another friend rides, and told a story about how she lost a favorite pair of mittens on the bus, that were retrieved by this friend, who knew that they belonged to her.
I had an awkward, embarassing moment back at the hotel. The ladies' rooms were small, and couldn't accomodate the 600+ attendees that were fed and watered that afternoon. During a break, there was a long line out the ladies' room, and an empty gentlemen's room across. I'm not afraid of a men's room. I've used an empty one on occasion, (and find them to be cleaner!). I suggested that some of us take over the empty room. It worked when I stood guard, then when I was in, someone came to use it, and when I emerged, there was a short line of men, one of whom was the magazine publisher. One man looked like the television personality Mr. Food, who appeared very distressed that women may be in the room. If there had been bouncers or security there, I probably would have been tossed out. Talk about wanting to be invisible for the rest of the afternoon.
Here's a successful custom job. It's little Mercedes, who lives in Georgia, wearing her red cashmere Lucky Penny sweater.