I woke up feeling different this morning. Maybe it was skipping spinning in favor of sleeping in ( thinking I can go at 8…and then woke up at 8:10.) Maybe it was just plain getting enough sleep. Maybe it was having a relaxing weekend with my husband–a genuinely relaxing weekend not weighed down by preparations for Christmas/visitors/whatever.
I woke up ready to start altering dresses again.
It was finally time to go back to the bridal shop and ask them to take me back.
I have been terrified of this. I cut off working last April very suddenly. I wouldn’t say that I left them in a lurch per se (they don’t do alterations in house, they just refer people to local businesses.) I was the number one place to which they referred brides, and then I was gone.
I was certain I’d be told to go screw myself.
I am shocked–shocked–when I was welcomed back with open arms (and tears! The manager cried! Tears of joy!). I had no idea alterations professionals were so hard to come by in this town.
I am so grateful. I was certain I had destroyed my business when I hit the skids last spring–and with that, a piece of myself. I’ve missed it.
Cliche as it is, I know that this time it will be different. I have an office with an entrance that is not in our house. No more disruption to the whole family whenever I have appointments. I know my limits better. I’m also much, much better at altering clothing in general–faster, sleeker, more streamlined.
I have experience and outside entrance on my side.
I celebrated with a 7 mile run wearing the awesome jacket my mom and dad got me for Christmas. The sleeves are the absolute perfect length. Note the angry puppy who wants to go for a walk in the corner.