On the Road- Timonium
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I had said at the beginning of the week that two shows at one time means that there is a possibility of two million things going wrong instead of one million. I’m beginning to think that I’m psychic…
Yesterday went fairly smoothly. James, Mary and I arrived at the show site, found our space and set up the booth in the unheard of time of an hour and fifteen minutes. With two of us setting up, it usually takes two hours. If I’m setting up by myself, it usually takes three to three and a half hours. The extra set of hands really helps and will be such a luxury this weekend. They also convinced me to try using the colored side of the booth flooring this weekend…so we’ll see how it works out.
This morning, James offered to iron the shirt that I was planning to wear to the show today while I took a shower. Just before I got in the shower, he came into the bathroom and showed me a rip a the bottom of my shirt and asked me if I noticed it before. I was kind of PO’d because that particular shirt is my favorite. I examined the rip and noticed that the fabric around the rip felt…well…decididly crispy. I asked James, “Did you iron this already?” This part seems like it’s burnt”.
“I only ironed half the shirt and stopped when I noticed the rip”, he said.
The rip wasn’t noticeable at first glance, but wearing a ripped shirt is such bad chi. Well okay, I had two other shirts I could wear, so I told him to iron my green shirt instead and proceeded with my shower. Then while we were driving from the hotel to the show site, I noticed that my shirt sleeve felt a little scratchy…I looked down at my sleeve and noticed I could see my arm through a couple of holes in my shirt and I yelled, “What the h—!”
“What?”
“You burned my shirt!”
“No, I didn’t!”
I stuck my fingers in the burn holes and wiggled them at him, “Hello! We’re Nikki’s fingers! Look at us! Look at the holes in Nikki’s shirt!”
After examining the holes, he looked properly ashamed and contrite. He also said he doesn’t understand how it could have happened…he’s usually excellent at ironing. Unlike many husbands I know, James is pretty good with domestic tasks…he’s been doing laundry since he was a boy, he’s one of the best cooks in the family, and one of his regular chores when growing up was doing the family ironing. So him burning holes in not one, but two of the three shirts I wear to these shows was definately out of character. I’m hoping that these aren’t a sign of things to come. I’ve been checking the weather report every hour. Of course the first nor’easter of the season has to be this weekend during my last outdoor show of the year. James and Mary should be fine here at Timonium as the the show is indoors, I’m mainly worried about how Mom and I are going to fare on Saturday in Alexandria as that show is a one-day outdoor show. I’m hoping the day isn’t a washout and I’m keeping both my fingers and my toes crossed.
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