Best. Chairs. EVER.

I've been in LOVE with the Heller Bellini chair since it first came out a decade or so ago, and am THRILLED to finally have a reason to buy several of them. In case you don't know, I have a wee bit of a chair problem (I once had a roommate who had to FORBID me from bringing any more chairs into the apartment, after I had accumulated well over a dozen different chairs).

In which the Mayor of Vista STANDS UP FROM HIS DINNER to shake my hand

On Wednesday night I attended the Installation Ceremony for the new Board of Directors for the Vista Village Business Association, which was also attended by all kinds of importanty local folks including our City Council Members and even the Mayor (!).



(Of course, I had brought my real camera to take some real photos of the store, after posting several crappy iPhone photos, and then managed to leave my real camera at the store when I left for the reception, and hence I only have a crappy iPhone photo of the Mayor -- sad times.)

After the reception and installation of the new President and the new Board, as we were leaving to return to our renovations at Clever Knits, my mama (who is also my schmoozing guru) walked up to the Mayor's table, interrupted the ongoing conversations about importanty local matters, and said to him, "I was just leaving, but wanted to introduce you to my daughter before we left."

At which point he stood up from his dinner to shake my hand, while my mama proceeded to tell him all about my excitingly awesome new store (which, by the way, is opening on Sunday, July 5th!).

The best thing about the US Department of State

They use GIANT paperclips to clip all your important documents together:

Delirious ramblings brought to you by...

I've been sick as a dog for the past few days. If you've been following my tweets then you know about this, mystery illness-of-death that doesn't so much kill me as make me wish I were dead. My bedside stand is littered with the indicators of illness. My sheets tousled, damp from the cold sweat of sleepless, feverish nights.

And all I want to be doing is working in the store, but most of the time I'm too sick to even sit at the computer for a stretch of anything longer than an hour or two.

So I spend most of the time thinking about all the filthy innuendos that relate to illness. Beyond the obvious head-cold references to 'blowing' (a wee bit sexier in another context), it occurred to me that my relationship with the tissue box sounds marvelously scandalous: tangled in the sheets together, not remembering any more which tissue box it was that I went to bed with, days and nights blurring together...

The fact that I've been high for three days on a complex cocktail of cold medicine makes this all seem much funnier than it probably is.