Yesterday Wei greeted me after my concert, very excited with some new purchases from the Camarillo outlets. Not 5 minutes into trying on a fine sweater made of a former goat, or parts of him at least, I end up ripping first one, then the other arm. Just can't give me nice things I guess. I don't ever want to see that sad look again. Plus she pretty much pointed at the door, which I optimistically took to mean it was expected that I find a tailor at 11 pm or so. Luckily I do have an excellent tailor and she fixed both holes (little ones under the arm because I still pull off my shirts like I'm 7 years old), and a pair of pants I want to take, plus the nice wool coat from Christmas last year that also had a rip under one arm (refer to previous quote about 7 year old Stevens). Anyway the total price tag was only $35! Good thing, or it would be swetter vests only for me from now on.
The last thing for me to do is get the gifts I've been stressing about for Wei's parents. I've been at a total loss and finally broke down to ask Wei for help, having given up on my plan to surprise everyone including Wei. In the end it seems I wasn't too far off the mark: liquor for Dad and chocolate for Mom. But I may still try to put some of my own little flare in there. Let's hope I don't screw it up too bad....my tailor probably can't fix cultural snags.
For Wei, it's all about the outfits. Naturally nearly each one must be tested in front of me and the mirror before making the cut. I'm not sure why my opinion matters since I have no fashion sense, but I'm doing my best. But I must say I think she might be feeling ill, since she's actually might leave the high-heels at home. Except for one pair of Tango shoes because of course you just never know when you might get to Tango.
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