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March 26, 2004

Cry for me, Brooklyn

I like to think that over the years I have become a tiny bit less high-maintenance. And yet today I am in great need of sympathy. At least I know better than to say, "What else could happen?"

Last night I was working on the dress I will be wearing to the Fortunetide Ball on Saturday. I bought lovely fabric on 39th Street for the bodice, and I just needed to iron on some interfacing before starting to sew. Here's what happened:

Yes, you are looking at the burned, shrivelled, ruined remains of the panel of my bodice. Sigh. Today I went out and bought new fabric. Non-synthetic fabric (drop-dead fabulous acid-green silk Chinese brocade, actually). All will be well.

I thought today was going okay. I had a minor setback: I bought Pirate Booty, and it was stale. All Pirate Booty has going for it is that is both crunchy and not-all-that-bad-for-you. And it was not crunchy. I threw it out, undaunted.

Tonight I had a fantastic time, eating Senegalese food, seeing Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, drinking afterwards with my wonderful husband and charming friends. Exiting the Fort Hamilton subway station, though, there was a problem. (Astute readers will note that I was really fucking close to home at this point!) I fell.

For just a moment I thought maybe I had broken my kneecap. Or at the very least twisted my knee. Those things were not true. But it is really horrible, nonetheless. Just in time for the annual Unveiling of the Short Skirts, I have scraped my right knee all to hell. If you really want to be sympathetic, you will look at this gruesome picture.

Since bad things come in threes, and I'm counting the Pirate Booty as a Bad Thing, I think everything will be okay now. A girl can dream.

Posted by Rose at March 26, 2004 12:31 AM

Comments

Posted by: elaine at March 26, 2004 01:42 PM