You’ve kept me up at night. I’ve laid awake pondering what type of person would steal a package of custom made organic dresses, and that hasn’t helped – currently I believe you are a person on the crack cocaines just looking to pawn items for your next fix. So I have a proposition:
Hows about we give you $75 – which is the most you’d get for them all at a vintage store, and you give us back our custom made dresses. They won’t fit you or most anyone else anyways – what with being Custom. Also – the gods of karma are watching and that doesn’t bode so well – since there were also birthday presents in said package – and we all know how karma gods feel about fraking with a person about their birthday bits.
We’re trying to find serenity about all of this – but currently – we’re just all sad and grumpy. Especially since the first thing we do after waking up is not turn over for the glorious last 5 minutes of sleep – but think about you – package under arm – riding away on a bike that was clearly stolen from someone shorter than you and pedaling all crazy like fleeing the scene of the crime. It’s not a good look. Shame on you. Return the dresses.
Can’t remember which house?
That’s right – he’s been kept up at night too. If this little image isn’t memory jogging – just send me a line and I’ll personally see to it that you get your reward money – right after you stealthily leave package at drop point. And I’ll take back all the mean things – because a late conscious is better than no conscious.
oh my goodness! i can’t even imagine this happening! aghhh! i would be livid if this happened to me! especially custom made dresses!!!! i hope he returns them to you! hopefully you were at least insured. aghh. so frustrating! :/
oh I know! And you know what it’s like to slave over pieces – and then to have someone take your hard work right off the doorstep of your customer/client/friend like it ain’t no thing?! Argh! And sadly, the postal service says it’s out of their hands. Thanks for the sympathy!
This is ass. Mega-ass.
Maybe try to imagine the dresses having a better fate even if the initial intention was cracked out desperation? Maybe one became a much needed baby blanket? Maybe someone will find it and appreciate the work that went into it? I’m sorry that happened! Maybe they’ll be even better when you make them again or maybe something important will dawn on you while you’re repeating the motions. xo
You’re absolutely right. Although several pieces were one of a kind and can’t be reproduced – it makes my heart hurt for dear friend/ client. I’m still hoping they’ll stuff the dresses back in the mail box – oh hope – we’ll see – maybe something great will work out.