My friend and I went to another friend's trunk show at her home an hour's drive away. We had fun catching up in the car. We both like our friend's necklaces: they are witty and fun, bright and unusual. Since she is an artist and art teacher, she brings a high level of design to the necklaces. However, they are pricey, and also hard to "carry off". I'm short with no neck. I had two necklaces already, one with silver beads and big blobs of red and turquoise "beads" almost the size of eggs, and another red and lime green necklace with interesting big beads. But neither of us could quite decide yesterday, as we tried on necklaces, looked in the mirror, and commented on each. The ones I really loved were way too much for little me. I did buy one in the end, a bunch of paper mache balls on black string that is light and looks very festive, with black and red and silver. But my friend ended up not really loving any on her, and said as she ages she gets more conservative. We both love ethnic, but are toning it down. With gray hair it's easy to end up looking like a bag lady.
It was awkward as well, because two other artists were there, one with paintings, the other with charming little felt hats, but both were pricey, and the paintings were not that interesting, and the hats REALLY would have made me look like a bag lady. Everything was too expensive to be kind and buy a hat and small painting as well.
We found a place to have lunch, after we left our friend's, and it seemed like a charming little cafe, and the menu was full of healthy and interesting things. We both ordered the same small salad and sandwich, and she had a latte and me cafe au lait. When the drinks came, mine was near cold, but I drank it anyway. We talked, then talked some more. Thirty minutes later a waitress brought us our bill. We protested: we'd never gotten our order! They shuffled around, then brought out the plates. My friend had ordered dressing on the side, but they got that wrong, so took her plate back. It was returned with no dressing. Needless to say, we each left a one dollar tip, and that was pure kindness. The place wasn't crowded, and I suppose they were students and inexperienced, but it was colossally bad service. I guess we're spoiled at home.
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