Well, I LOVE YOU GUYS!!! I had another day helping out in the chocolate factory yesterday (have I mentioned I wish this were my business?) and came home to all youse guys cheering me on, pushing me, pulling my leg, making fun of me, encouraging me, offering help, making me laugh. It was the best damn present a poor old tired factory worker could have come home to.
And in the comments, Julia asked whether the new bag has a name.
Following is a pretty crappy shot of the whole purse, if you want to see it. (I've been using various forms of the word "crap" a lot lately, yes, I have noticed. I think Kim is right -- I might need some homeopathic thingorother.) Craptastic photo of Hepburn
Due to the grey of which Harlot spoke yesterday (did you know what Harlot and I share the same line of latitude? Well, give or take a tiny bit. She'll get all competitive about this and claim loudly that IT'S COLDER WHERE SHE IS BECAUSE IT'S CANADA, but I know better. And did you know that about five miles from my home, going north on Interstate 89, just maybe two miles before the Canadian border, there is a sign that says, "Halfway between the Equator and the North Pole." Wow. This always gives us in the Norma family pause. Kind of cool, that. Every time we see that sign, we all go, "Whoa!" It always has the same effect on us, no matter how many times we see it. But I digress.) I've had a bugger of a time getting a good photo of this lovely purse.
None of the photos I took with my previously established crap camera do either the purse itself, or especially the handles, any sort of justice whatsoever.
But I did name the purse Hepburn. Why? I thought you'd never ask. Well, Good Old Lauren and I were having a little old chat the other day about the purse after I got the handles attached, and I was telling her that the handles for this one are a bit shorter than the others I had, so this doesn't really work as a shoulder bag (although maybe on skinny-mini Abigail it might), and Lauren opined that she pictured it more to be held in the crook of one's elbow, Audrey Hepburn style. And you know what? She's right! The purse IS very Audrey Hepburn, and I was damned if I were going to name it Audrey, after that sweater debacle of last year. (I still want to knit Audrey at some point in the future, though.)
So Lauren wants a modeled shot so she can picture the scale of the thing better, and I will see if I can prevail upon Abigail to oblige. It's a really big deal, because she's extremely busy right now with her coursework, with her R.A. position, with applying for summer internships, with reapplying for her R.A. position for next year, with one of the leads in the spring theater production, et the fuck cetera, and of course she will have to get appropriately dressed to model this purse. But we will see what we can do.
Someone else (who shall remain nameless - Cassie) is clamouring for a duo model shot of Abigail's and Ryan's wristers. I'm still working on that. I probably have a better chance of getting that, since they can wear those wristers with their regular college garb. I got the best damn thank-you note from Ryan for his wristers on Monday. Handwritten. On paper. In the regular post. Almost made me cry.
I'll be back at the factory tomorrow (it happens that depositions are slow and Valentine chocolate orders are NOT), so we shall not speak of the Must Have for now. Deal?