More of the dress.

( Cut. )

Hopefully I can get all the trim I need to finish this thing up (!!!) sometime in the next week. I plan gettin' mah hurr did again tomorrow -- so I don't have to scramble for the wedding next week -- and then running into the city, only to come back home and catch up with the Long Islanders. I'm going to be EXHAUSTED. Night!

Pooped.

Woke up after fourish hours of sleep, hit the snooze for the next hour (it's okay, I planned it that way). Got a coffee, went to the hair stylist, was out in less than two hours. Went to buy cards for my mom and aunts and grandmother for Mother's Day (and Gramma's birthday); there are no birthday cards in Spanish (for grandmothers), and ONE Mother's Day card. *sigh*

Headed to the city, got curry for lunch. Went straight to Daytona, got about half of the stuff on my list there. Go to Pacific -- looking around in other stores -- get about a third of the stuff on the list. There are still several items I don't have, so I spend more time looking around. No dice. Coffee, though.

Leigh called at 1:40. She was supposed to get me at 3:30 to hang out, but I said it would be at least three more hours before I got home. She was patient. Cop in the subway station sees my shirt and cheers "GO METS!" I smiled.

Go to Michaels because they'll surely have what I need! Beading section CLEANED OUT because there's a 40% off sale on beading shit this week. Fuck. Frantically looking for anything else I might need, some up with a few things. Still missing about five or six items (it was a loooong list).

I JUST NEED A FUCKING CHEAP CAMEO PENDANT JESUS CHRIST IT SHOULDN'T BE THIS DIFFICULT! Also, pins of a decent length without GIGANTIC BOLITAS on one end are impossible to find, apparently? (╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻

Called Leigh, claimed (truthfully) that I'm too exhausted and grumpy to hang out, and now I wouldn't be getting home until after five. She tried to convince me to hang out, but no, I'm too tired. Dragged my feet to the subway. Had to stand the entire way home.

Walked down to the fabric stores on Jamaica on the exceedingly slim off-chance that one of them would have what I was looking for. NOPE. Continue dragging feet to bus. Take bus home, arrive nine hours after I left home. Somewhere along the way, I got a headache (dehydration? Overexertion?) I'm ready to collapse, and I'm going to take a nap for an hour or two. At least there's baseball on tonight.

Here's all the shit I bought: