When I got home from work last Friday night, I wanted to get a load of laundry started before sitting down with my date for the evening – a panini and the movie Stand By Me. It was pouring rain, seriously hurricane force winds, but my little tush insisted on starting my laundry. If you’re like me, then you have to force yourself to do laundry or else Sunday night comes, the laundry isn’t finished, and you’re the smelly one at the gym the following week. So with my wallet in my hand (for coins) and a very large Ikea bag on my shoulder, I trucked to the laundromat at the end of the street (yep, I wash my clothes at a laundromat), started a load, and walked, actually ran, back to my apartment building. Shit. I forgot my keys. “No worries,” I thought, “I’ll buzz my neighbors to let me in.” Oh shit, I’m the only tenant currently living in the building because school is out and all the other tenants, students, have left for the summer (my apartment is in a row home so there are only 3 apartments in the building). Shit, shit, and shit. What did I do? My ass pulled a chair and a trash can under the fire escape, put the chair on top of the trash can, stepped on the electrical box (totally not a good idea), and climbed up to my apartment on the 3rd floor. Then I took my air conditioner, a window unit, out from the outside and climb into my apartment. Mind you, hurricane force winds were blowing and I was wearing a white dress. Not a glamorous moment one bit. Facebook upload of this non Grace Kelly moment? Definitely not.
So I hope this weekend starts off quieter. I plan to work on my projects as well as some really neat posts for next week. All 3 of my sewing projects are at the point where things are finally coming together. You know that point where all the preliminary work is completed – research, buying fabric, sewing muslins, correcting the pattern – and the end is in site, just barely. Although it seems like I have a lot of work to do, which I do, before I know it, I’ll be finished and onto my next project.