Normally, Saturday mornings for me are spent at the Yarn Barn. But this morning, my dad wanted to take me to his tailor and have a couple pairs of slacks made. Given my dad’s tailor, this is a pretty big gift. And it’s perfectly in keeping with my new efforts to dress better. Yeah, the shirt I posted the pic of is controversial, but the point is that I’m trying. I’ve spent most of my life deliberately avoiding anything fashionable, so I expect there to be a bit of a learning curve.
We’d agreed that I’d stop by his house at 10 am. At 9:54 am, I was awakened by my cell phone. Damn. Damn damn damn. I told him I’d just woken up and asked him to put on some coffee. A quick shower later, I threw on my new jeans, another new print shirt, and a new pair of Nunn Bush shoes and hustled over for our clothes date.
When we got to the tailor, we discovered that they did not open until 11:00. So to kill the next hour, we went to the wine merchant that my dad goes to. It is a fairly big space in an industrial park that turned out to be surprisingly cozy inside. The moment I walked in, my heart was captured by a chocolate lab who was sitting in a bar chair in front of a bar where they were pouring samples of sparkling wines. After a few minutes of giving the requisite ear skritches, I got a nice bottle of Becker Vinards Chardonnay ( a local Texas wine that’s quite good ) and a copy of Food & Wine magazine. Then I discovered that with every purchase at this store, you get a fresh loaf of good crusty bread. I’m definitely going back there.
Then we went to the tailor and I got measured for some new slacks. While my dad was schmoozing with the owner, I checked out the well-worn Singer industrial sewing machines they had. I definitely need to get a machine one of these days so I can try out some new stuff.
So then we went back to dad’s house. I said my goodbyes to him and my stepmother and went home to get my things together and go down to the Yarn Barn. While I was tossing various balls of yarn into my bag, my phone rang.
It was my dad. With very little preamble, he proceeded to tell me that he was really disappointed that I showed up for our morning looking like shit.
It took a few seconds to register; I thought everything had gone well. But he proceeded to tell me that my shoes were too big for my outfit (what the FUCK does that mean?), my untucked-shirt was sloppy, and my hair was greasy. Apparently I managed to get really filthy between the time that I showered and got to his house, which was about ten minutes.
I really love my dad, but at this particular moment, I don’t think I could get through a conversation with him without using some choice Anglo-Saxon words. I am putting effort and money into this makeover thing, but that seems to be completely lost on him.
Later in the afternoon, I got a wonderful gift from Suzy which helped dispell most of my bad mood. It’s a really sweet, thoughtful gift which I was going to take a picture of, but my camera’s batteries are dead. I’ll get some fresh batteries tomorrow and post a pic. In the meantime, I’m going to put on Sex and the City, grab some mindless knitting, and stop thinking until I go to bed.
Edited on 12/27/2004 to remove the obviously invective.