Miracles don't happen everyday. i thought I'd had a personal one when my boss, Lisha, told me we would be going to assist one of her friends at this swanky fashion week party. we were both seamstresses to a degree. i had grown up mending my own clothes and she loved fashion but couldn't read... design schools tend to only take those who can fill out proper applications.
we were lifted to The Park. i don't know if i ever felt such beautiful upholstery. it was enough for me not to gape at everything around me. we went in and the models were doing final fitting before the show. we were shown the needle and thread and went to work. quick and nimble fingers. after a hard 3 hours we were done. Lisha and i wandered around the backstage area quiet as kirk mice waiting for the show to be over. it was of course a success and we were invited to the after party.
as parties went this one was subdued. mostly people stood talking to each other while loud music threatened to drawn out every word. but the food!!! the food was incredible. i have a mostly processed/noodle/oats diet. Little bits of this and that on platters. every time i saw a waiter i had to ask what it was they were holding. the best was the chicken puffs. real chicken is so different than cloned or artificial. i ate maybe ten. Lisha had to ask me to stop making a pig of myself.
Lisha left out first. I was right behind her when i was stopped and arrested. they said it was on conspiracy to sell pictures of pieces that hadn't been in the show to the competition. At first i tried to explain that i literally only saw what was in front of me which was this seasons collection.
I was held in a station for three days before they said sorry and let me go. they took my clothes, cut the lining of my bag, tossed my apartment and my cubby at work. All for some clothing designs.. the world is mental.
Next time i'll remember to eat all the chicken puffs...
