Saturday
all dressed in my new Juicy Couture waxed floral jeans for my textile class, I
missed the bus there. Rats! I would be late for the very first class. I boarded the 10am X2 bus headed down H
street. It was okay at the White House
but once it hit Gallery Place, all kinds of characters started boarding. There was this one woman who once had a shape
but didn’t anymore. That didn’t stop her from wearing stretch pants. That was
an embarrassing visuals because her butt wasn’t round but squished together and
formless. Then there was this old man selling incense. He was (probably still is a weedhead) talking
about a song that he heard and an affair he had. He lied about earning a store
40 years but I seriously doubt it because it didn’t take much to keep an
incense store going. Man just get off of the bus and give me peace of mind!
Thinking that things couldn’t get any
worse, I exited the wrong stop forcing me to walk an extra four blocks. Now 25
minutes, I thought I was going to be the last one arriving and chewed out by
the instructor. I signed into Sherwood
Recreation Center. Taking a deep breath as I climbed up the stairs awaiting my
fate, I opened the classroom door where lo and behold there were two women
there: the instructor and the organization’s president. Flabbergasted, I
introduced myself breathing a sigh of relief.
That serenity lasted all of 10 minutes because I learned that there were
a book and textile kit that I needed but weren’t told. That was more money
already out of my pocket which was unfair to me because I just paid $499 for my
online regression analysis course and budgeted another $199 for a six-month SAS
license. Now these things were
added. I purchased the book off of
Amazon but the textile kit must wait until next pay because I wasn’t going into
debt over fashion! I learned some very good tidbits:
·
My
instructor was from Columbus, Ohio
·
I
was one of two people who paid
·
The
class would be delayed until June 1st in observance of Memorial Day
and held at the textile museum
·
The
three of us had business backgrounds dealing with ‘creatives’ who were
brilliant but mentally scrambled (and couldn’t come up with the money by the 15th)
Since my textile class is delayed for
2 weeks, this delays the pattern making class meaning that once again I must go
for dolo and register for Bits of Thread’s June 2nd pattern making
tutorial. DC Fashion Incubator isn’t putting me in limbo again with its
inconsistent schedule and payers! I have my money by the deadline. I am going
to be okay. This missing the bus pattern
continues because I miss the return X2 bus forcing me to wait at the bus stop
for 10 extra minutes. It also starts raining.
I get back on the bus where this man in a winter coat boards smelling
like ‘cold piss’ (a rider’s comment not mine because I don’t know what that smells
like). Once we hit the Gallery Place
stop things calmed down allowing me to catch my breath a couple of minutes
before exiting the bus. After this commute, I need the three-week break!
Returning home, I order my book via
Amazon and start researching the websites that the instructor provides. Next I go through my closet to see what I can
wear for the June 1st museum visit.
The Gilt Groupe’s Haute Hippie knit maxi dress is a winner because it
incorporated the whole textile museum theme. This’ll be perfect!
