I am working like a fiend these days, and I like it. I have an
underpaid amusing 40-hr-a-week job as an interpreter, and I am struggling to get my fair trade embroidery project off the ground, which means that by a conservative estimate I’m working 70 hours a week. At least.
And did I mention I’m a single mom again?
(We’re doing great and I don’t wanna talk about it. Thanks.)
During working hours I sit in a call center and C gambols in daycare. They have a trampoline, enough said.
But nights and weekends there is work to do, and egad he does his share.
He already recognises the store where we buy fabric, and knows that we have to go to the second floor, and he runs to where my favourite linen can be found and points at it like a cartoon hound. He also always tries to collect the packed fabric for me, but considering they sell it by the kilo and I buy a month’s worth each time, he barely manages to put his arms around it. Still, the gesture counts.
He also knows the store where I buy the thread, which is right next door to a toy store. His reward for bearing with me while I
haggle over buy a month’s worth of embroidery thread is to then go look at every toy in the toy store. I have never bought him a single toy there. Not once.
Once a month we go out into the countryside to meet with the amazing women who embroider for/with me, and he soldiers through an insanely boring 2-3 hour meeting of women wielding embroidery hoops and wads of fabric and discussing the finer points of stem stitch and feather stitch and chain stitch, only to have a quick lunch and then do it all over again at a second location with a second group.
And not long ago he waited patiently on me while I fiddled and fussed and faffed and tinkered and drove the girl at the Office Depot photocopy counter batty for well over 2 hours.
C’s bedtime is at 8:30.
I took this picture at 9:50pm, 10 minutes before they kicked us out because the shop was closing.
Yes, that’s my son in pajamas lying on the floor at Office Depot. At 10 pm on a school night. WORKING.
It’s like the Industrial Revolution all over again.
And you see, I can’t give up.
I have to make this damned project work – for all my embroidering ladies, for myself, and especially for my long-suffering hard-working boy, who has no idea the Industrial Revolution actually ended a long time ago.
PS: I’m overhauling my project’s website right now, so it looks like crap, but it will be an AWESOME e-store as soon as I can get to it. In the meantime, here’s a peek at our new line!