Last weekend Ryan came out, actually, he rode the train to Longview and we picked him up. It was an excuse to get a bunch of insulation for the garage/shop, so we combined the two. It also made sense in the fact that I needed to drive my car to Tacoma / Fife on Monday for a service, and the other closest place is Portland. So, he rode back to Seattle with me, and Richard in the truck, as we were picking up the granite, as well as the large mirror ( 42 x 60″ ) for the bathroom – and more insulation. It is a big garage and shop that we need to get way more efficient.
Anywhoo, over the weekend, I altered a couple of vintage suits for Ryan; we watched ‘The Astronaut Farmer’ which was great, and just relaxed.
Saturday we went to the caucus.
In a word: BEDLAM
No one had much clue as to how it worked, and our precinct was made up of about 25 or so. It was a huge turnout, of over 300 ( it seemed like double that to me ) and more than just a little frustrating in the chaotic nature of what was going on. And Loud. Interesting thing is, Ryan went with us, and there were maybe two people younger than he is. I felt like I was lots younger than the bulk of the group, and would put the average age at around 70. Maybe all of those newly minted voters had to mind the store. I don’t know, but it seemed odd, even though I know that the demographic here is a lot of retired folks. There is a large elementary school – where were those parents? They can’t all be republicans, or not understand that attendence was mandatory for your vote to count, could they? We laft after about an hour and a half, when things seemed to kind of stall, with our group counting and recounting ( don’t ask me why they had to count nearly a dozen times ???) Funny thing though, today when I got the mail, and the current edition of our local Chinook Observer this picture was what I saw, filling half a page on the second section. (you can click through a slide show at the top of the page, and we are in the 11th photo – which was the one in the paper ) I can say I did my part, and so far, my candidate is coming out well.
Monday we drove to Seattle. We went to a good breakfast Tuesday morning at http://skilletstreetfood.com/ which was down by the old Sears on First Ave. It was time for Richard to see what that was all about, so we met up with Justin there. yum – great food, and for cheap! We are fans. Left there and went to Pacific Fabrics over on 4th to pick up my fabric. They looked at me as though I were someone from the moon. It turns out, they had sent it to Puyallup ( someone must have decided that was the closest location to me here at the coast ). Since we were going near there on the way back ( the car had to be picked up in Fife ) it seemed like no big thing. However, while I was in town, I took advantage of 40% off coupons from Joann’s and Mom and I went there with my half yard ‘sample’ and I picked out the coordinating suede and the lining that will make up the balance of the curtains.
I have only ‘Special Ordered” fabric a couple times for myself. Done it hundreds of times for others while I worked at the fabric store. I really understand the process. That said, when I went to pick up my fabric, produced my reciept, and the clerk went to the back to collect it. She brought it out and one look told me that it was not my fabric. “I’m sorry, you know that there is no return on Special Orders” was her first reply. Yeah, I know. But.
But. thats. not. my. fabric.
I explained the whole process to her, and how we had all checked the color / style number against the mfg. website. She suggested that maybe it was a different dyelot. The colors are just — wrong. Shit. I had fussed about the contrast / coordinating color, bought ten yards of it, and now it wouldn’t match. I am very proud of myself for not launching into a huge fuss ( like customers sometimes do ), but, I went to the truck where Richard was waiting, to get my big 1/2 yard sample. “Where’s your fabric, sweetie?” I couldn’t answer, other than ‘they don’t have My fabric’. I took it into the store, heart pounding, and was greeted by a very nervous clerk – that made two of us. She saw my sample, and said “Oh, dear” , then said maybe it was rolled on the tube inside out. Seemed like a stretch to me, but what have I got to lose? I own it, right? Clerk removes tape, unrolls the cloth, and we see that they really did order My fabric.
I can breathe again. All is right. Clerk is happy, and we part company, each with our own story to tell.
Now I get to make the curtains.
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