The Horror

So I was all ready to write up this morning about how I finished the commissioned belly dance inspired piece. I was going to talk about how I melded the various elements and how it jingled relentlessly as I created it. It was to be a fine and pleasant blog post forming as I finished the piece yesterday and then the worst email ever.

Okay, in the grand scheme of things I get that this isn't really all that important,but for me, the bottom dropped out. The New York designer I have been working with emailed to say that my package had not arrived. What?!? I tracked that thing obsessively and the bloody USPS said that it arrived on the 31st. Before you ask it was a big Priority mail box and it was insured, but not signed for. After a bit of back and forth with the tracking information and double checking that the address was accurate, it was, it is left up to her to see if she can find where the package got to...in less than a week.

So I start this week with a horrible feeling of dread. There is nothing I can do either. I can't possibly remaking the contents of that package in time and to make matters worse, it contains my one of a kind, irreplaceable masquerade mask that I was loaning for the show. I am truly devastated, my stomach is in knots and I could barely sleep last night as my mind wandered from one awful scenario to another awful scenario. This, my friends is why I never share good news, because somewhere deep down, I fear that this sort of thing is inevitable. So, I am hoping beyond hope that it did arrive safely and just got misdirected to the wrong desk, but after a week I know that it's unlikely. I know it's my own fault for getting my hopes up, for trusting the postal service and for assuming that the tracking was accurate. So there is likely no fashion show for me and I will slink back under my rock and try to not let that stop me from getting other work done. I have the sad.