I seem to bring something to hem to every ALA conference. This time, ALA Annual 2008, it’s a lovely lightweight pair of khaki slacks (Ann Taylor Loft Petites). I am presenting 7 times at this conference — four demos in the Equinox booth (that’s Booth 1888!) — and then at three ALA programs. Open source! Evergreen! Equinox! Hoo-ah!
You will get to know these slacks well, because I brought one carry-on suitcase with one pair of slacks, two skirts, and several blouses. If I repeat an outfit on Tuesday be so kind as to overlook that, would you please?
And remember: if you spill anything on me at ALA, you need to take me shopping immediately. AND hem my new pants.
The other thing that happens at ALA is I overbook myself. I will propose times with one friend, and then another will approach me with an event, and then as wires cross and messages fly, I find myself with complicated double-bookings. A part of me really believes I can make it all happen, and time doesn’t work that way.
Then there is the really, really bad thing I do: I fail to write down what I’m doing, and then I forget the details. I merrily agreed to dine with a colleague (at least one colleague) on Monday night. I remember making the arrangements. I remember thinking, I am so happy I can catch up with so-and-so. I remember planning to add it to the calendar. I remember one friend saying “you need to update your calendar — REMEMBER?” And I curled my lip and laughed. Because who would forget their dinner date?
Me, that’s who. Are you my Monday dinner date? (Update: I checked my email, and dear friend J had wisely prodded me last week. “We’re still on, right?” So I take it I’m transparent to my friends.)
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Another last-minute hemmer here! The problem with pants is that you can’t hem them WHILE wearing them. With skirts, you can actually do them en route to an event, as long as someone else is doing the driving.
I’m glad to hear that I’m not the only person out there who has to hem petite pants.
Another last minute hemmer here! But I’m usually letting the hems out instead of taking them up. Except in the UK where tall actually means really tall and are too long for me. What a treat that is!
Laurie, I have to cut off a hunk. I keep wondering what “petite” means — “petite giant,” like “jumbo shrimp?”
Alice, I’ve hemmed skirts en route to events as well 😉