… two boxes of unfinished hair bows.

I ran out of black ribbon when I was making these:

and these:

I don’t know how I could have miscalculated the amount of ribbon I needed, but I did. I ordered more ribbon and it will probably be here by Saturday and I’ll be able to deliver them next week, but still …

I felt really bad about it until the mail came today.

This is a sample blinkie from [name of company redacted].

When I say sample, I mean free sample, meaning I paid for the postage for this to be sent to me. I ordered this sample in December of 2005. I thought it would be cool to order about 200 of these for the parents at the gym for national season which ran from January unitl April 2006.

It came in the mail today. Yes, today.

I don’t feel that bad about being 2 or 3 days off on my turnaround time anymore.

Oh, and by the way, I spoke to my customer this afternoon and she doesn’t need the hair bows for at least another 3 weeks. She pretty much rolled her eyes when I told her the bows wouldn’t be ready until next week.

My customers are pretty cool.

No one!!! WTF? you ask? There’s a Final 4 this Season for PR!

*jumps wildly about the room*

I was fully prepared to be heartbroken tonight when the judges were slamming Michael’s dress, which frankly, was pretty bad. But someone at Project Runway must have had a premonition about last night’s events and decided that all would not be right within the universe if my world was shattered two nights in a row… or something like that.

Uli, Michael, Jeffrey, Laura are going to be considered for the finale. Yay!

The way Olympus Fashion Week fell for Seasons 2 & 3, the final designers presented their collections at Bryant Park. In Season 2, however, only Santino, Chloe and Daniel were in the judging to win. I don’t know if this was to prevent a spoiler for the final show or if, in fact, the last show before the finale was shot after the designers presented their collections at Fashion Week. Either way, that’s pretty cruel. Especially since Kara has such a surprisingly good show. Her pieces were very unlike everything she presented for the challenges. Because, seriously, she was really lucky that there were so many outfits that sucked worse than hers.

So Bravo decided not to be such sadistic bastards this year and any of the final four could be the winner. The audience vote was pretty off, selecting Uli to be Auff’d and she ended up the winner and how she kept from say mwahahaha, I don’t know.

Below is my entry from September 16 the day after the PR runway shows in the tents at Bryant Park. Michael Kors was the big quote man tonight.

About Laura Bennett: If you’re going do cocktail and eveningwear you’ve got to broaden what it means so that its not just a little dress with a spare, bare neck.

About Uli Herzner: “I’m really curious to see her tell a story. I hope that she does more than give us a slew of print dresses.”

About Michael Knight: “He’s really ultimately be a sportswear designer and I’m dying to see more of his sportswear.”

About Jeffrey Sebelia: “I have to say there’s something about everything I’ve seen up until this. He’s got something to say about fashion.”

I can’t believe we have to wait until October 18th to see who wins.

Grr!

Well, well, well my Michelle

Michelle is coming to visit next week. Yes!

*commence happy dance*

Michelle is my best friend. We have those matching charm bracelets and everything. Um, okay, if you believed that, then you don’t know me at all do you? Michelle is my homegirl. She is one of my few friends that I can just be my actual self with. My no holds barred New Jersey self. The self that would make the other cheer moms and neighbors run screaming from the room.

Michelle’s daughter and Gaz were friends on the same team at cheer two years ago. We decided to carpool and split the hotel room cost for one of the competitions the girls were in. The rest, as they say, is history. It was a weekend of alcohol, profanity, 2 whiny girls that had to be up at 4:30 a.m. in order to be at a venue a half hour away from our hotel in full make up and uniform at 6:15 a.m. Gaz was being a huge drama queen when I was putting her make up on and I had finally had enough and said:

“You know what, Gaz, this whole cheerleading thing was not my idea, it was yours. I know it sucks to be up at 4:30 in the morning, but for right now you need to let me put your makeup. We can be done with this and actually eat some breakfast before we have to leave. If we leave on time, we may be able to hit a Starbucks on the way and then Mommy will be a happy camper. However, if you’re going to keep giving me a hard time, we’re going to be late. If we’re late your coach is going to yell at me. Not you. Me. Frankly, your coach kind of scares me. If she yells at me before I’ve had enough caffeine, I may just have to cut her.”

Michelle looked at her daughter and looked at me and said, “I don’t think I could have articulated that as well as you just did without dropping the f-bomb, but I’m so there with you on the Starbucks thing.”

I knew at that moment we would be friends. Not only are we friends, but all 4 kids get along and *gasp*, MEH gets along and is actually friends with Michelle’s husband, Mike.

Last October, Michelle called me with some news. Mike got a job offer with a new company, but the company was in Portand, Oregon. When she told me the amount of money and all the perks included, the conversation went like this:

CE: OMG, I’m going to miss you guys.
M: Well, we haven’t actually decided anything yet.
CE: Oh, please, that’s like Corleone money.
M: I know, right?
CE: The fact that you knew what I meant by that and have never seen The Godfather frightens me.
M: I thought you were going to go with “You can’t leave, all the plants are going to die,” but I have no indoor gardening skills to speak of.
GM: I know, right?

So Michelle & Mike and their 2 girls moved to Vancouver, WA in January. Just this past summer, Michelle and her youngest, Gaz and I met in NJ. She witnessed the horror that is my mother and I interacting and sided with me. Mike’s buddy in Hong Kong hooked us up with a suite at the St. Regis Hotel on Fifth Avenue for 3 days. We had a blast. On the day we were leaving, we went to Tiffany. I bought us matching Tiffany keyrings. This was something Michelle and I had been talking about since we started planning the trip. The girls were being, well, 9 year olds (it had been a long day and my in-laws were involved) and frankly, they kind of ruined the whole experience.

M: I almost wish we hadn’t brought the girls.
CE: I know, right?
M: I’m such a selfish bitch.
CE: You say that like it’s a bad thing.
M: I know, right?

Michelle is the sister I never had. She is one of the few people that I cannot shock. She curses even more creatively than I do. And she makes some mean raspberry jelly.

I told her I was going to blog about her today in this conversation:

M: Oh cool … wait, you mean on the internet? Can you check something for me?
CE: Sure.
M: Go to www.omnicheer.com. Now how am I supposed to figure out how the sizes run?
CE: Did you try clicking on “size chart” right under the picture of the skirt?
M: Oh… don’t say a word or won’t cut your hair, by the way, oh and what color is it now?
CE: *sigh* Bitch.
M: You say that like it’s a bad thing.

I can’t wait until next Wednesday!

Isn’t here.
Sad, huh?

You would really make me feel better if you left a comment.

Because then maybe my stats wouldn’t be that depressing and then maybe I would feel a little better.

maybe.

not promising anything though.

*sobs*

Yeah, comments would be nice.

some chocolate, too.

*sniffles*

OMG!!!