This morning my old employer called me with sad news - her aged mother had passed away - and said she had a huge favor to ask: would I go work at an event for her tonight? It was a fashion show and I'd be giving out samples and selling fudge.
I thought, "Fashion show, eh" and had a hard time deciding what to wear, which is how I ended up walking to Freddy's with Brennan and buying four pairs of tights (and, ahem, a turtle brownie and a lemon bar from the bakery).
The fashion show was fun, and interesting, though I could have smacked my co-worker, a regular at the fudge store. She was very complain-y and ruffled-feathery and not that helpful. Aside from that, I loved it - loved watching the show; the clothes were interesting, some quite beautiful. I loved working with customers and talking to people. I spoke with a couple of the designers and models and they were really nice. Watching the whole process from beginning to end was quite entertaining - the makeup, hairstyles, costumes... I love being backstage of anything, it seems.
And, I got paid, so yay.