Day 190 – Swap shop jitters
I am completely freaking out about the swap shop, it is tomorrow and everyone doesn’t seem to understand quite what it’s about, including me. The boy however seems to have a fairly good idea of what its about but he is a boy and therefore his opinion though valid is being ignored.Part of the problem perhaps is the fact that there is a mistaken thought that the dresses from the blog itself will be up for grabs. In my head I had thought that much like what happened in Manchester people would come along with a bag of clothes, myself included and all have a nice little swap. As it seems however the swap part has largely been misunderstood and much like maths I can’t get my head around the fact that according to most people I will need to bring a whole heap of stuff for people to swap. It is hurting my head and if it hadn’t been all over the Harborough Mail website and the radio station which covers the whole of the Harborough area, I would be sorely tempted to back out as fast as possible.
The difficulty is that in spite of everyone saying it will be a dreadful disaster if I don’t bring down the blog dresses, I had grand designs abo9ut selling them all off auction style at the end of the project. If I’m being perfectly honest I had hoped to put on a bit of a night, a fashion show where people could bid for what was on offer where Harborough and beyond could come along to enjoy the party. I had hoped the giant would sponsor the nibbles, the radio station could do the disk jockey type thing and that my lovely ladies from London and Manchester might even be able to make it down.The expectations as they say are perhaps too great and maybe I should scale the whole thing down, bite the bullet and swap them and just put the rest on eBay at the end of the year so they can be available to those who read posts from near and far. Good lord there’s a lot of clichés in this blog, I do hope my tutor never gets to read it otherwise he’ll probably move to retract my qualification, and quite rightly so.
Originally I had a vision of canapés, sparkly wine and people packing in to a crowded marquee to swap clothes in a way which was as friendly as it was frenzied. Now negativity has rather kicked in and I am thinking we might be better to just book a table at our favourite restaurant in Harborough under the assumed premise that nobody will be turning up other than my close friends. The other difficulty is that Mind who is my charity partner have not really been much in touch of late. Though they are a charity it sometimes feels as though I am a little in the wind.On days like these I wonder if I have taken on too much. Though I thought I had caught up with it the pile of dresses that need ironing is constantly on the increase, storage is low and help is sparse and sadly I find it hard to ask for. The boy and my friends are being terribly sweet and supportive, offering to bake cakes and help me to drown my sorrows if it all goes down the sewer on the day. Worse comes to worse it will be a disaster, I will be humiliated and it will bring me down but I’m hoping with the girls and the boy by my side I will be able to laugh at whatever happens and maybe try to scale down my grand plans in the future.
- Today’s dress which is rather pretty was sent to me by HP and her sister. Though it is lovely it got a rather unfortunate day to be worn as I removed it after wearing it for just a few hours after I became so low that I climbed back under the covers. I had to put it back on for the drive home as the boy felt pyjamas were a step too close to crazy but I put it on reluctantly and it had a rather bad day and if anyone ever wants to bid for it I hope you will show it a better time than I did.
mary margaret majella said,
July 28, 2010 at 10:11 am
I am anxiously waiting to hear what happened at the swap shop
The Giant has just realised that there is something fishy about his lovely soft blanket he got for his holiday
Why is there a large black cross on it?
Are we outside watching this Oberammergau thing and could it possibly be anything like that opera in Verona
I just found out it lasts for 5 hours with a two hour break in the middle for dinner
Going up to mountain top today
Hope you let swap thing wash over you