Thursday, October 7, 2010

Sensory overload

Yesterday was one of those days in which I had many, many, MANY lifetimes, one of which included a fashion show at the Town Club on South Temple. (The Town Club is sort of a female version of the Alta Club, although females can now join the Alta Club. But whatever. It's not like that's the world I reside in anyway.)

At any rate, the models wandered amongst us with their super fancy outfits (basically the look was Clothes as Architecture) in a variety of uber tactile fabrics and here's the thing. I LIKE TO TOUCH. I do! Whenever I encounter fibers at the store I have to seriously maul them before committing to a relationship. So it was really, really hard NOT TO MAUL THE MODELS and their cashmere-y, suede-y, nubby knit-y, fake pony print-y clothes. I had to sit on my hands and it was distressing and I knew as soon as the show was over there would be an orgy of touching things on my walk home.

I got an early start in re the touching part. When the show was over, I reached across the table to touch the centerpiece to see if those were real cabbage leaves (they weren't), and as I withdrew my hands I knocked a full glass of ice water into my lap. The water splashed up and even made my glasses spotty.

There was stunned silence.

And I almost said, "You think THIS is bad? Once I set the table on fire at the Dodo."

Good times.

8 comments:

Lisa B. said...

OMG I just belly-laughed.

Thank you.

Dr. SWILUA said...

my sister is a model. and I think she likes to be mauled.

Tiffany said...

Oh my gosh, I so needed this laugh today.

LucindaF said...

Oh you poor thing. I have a super tactile one. It is completely distressing for him to not touch things.

You caught a place on fire? I need to hear this story.

Anne said...

Laughing reaally hard now.

Rachel said...

Have this problem, which translates into making a run to the fabric store that should only take a few minutes into 45 more and a really unhappy husband. I can't help it though. Its a disorder I have.

Melody said...

Blame Fashion Fabrics and your hours among the bolts.
It's hard-wired from childhood. ..

Oh, and what Lucinda said. You tell a good story. Fire at the Dodo... delicious!

BBB said...

LOL.