A couple of new things and one old

It's been a while since I last wrote. Lots going on, and I actually started some new art this evening!! First attempt since I moved so that's exciting.

So this week I did two things I've never done before, which I think is what happens when you move to a new city because you don't know what else to do: took some shoes to have them repaired, and then took 4 pairs of pants to have them shortened. These may seem like mundane things to you, but it felt good... like I was being inducted into adulthood... 11 years behind schedule.

Americans completely lack the whole right of passage thing. Don't get me wrong, I don't want to be left in the middle of a desert with a stick of beef jerky and a magnet and told to find my way home where, if I don't end up as bleached bones, I will from then on be seen as a woman instead of a girl. No sirree bob. But a little something special would be nice, like a trip to get some shoes repaired and some pants hemmed.


Anyway, I've had these dress shoes I really love for a while now, but recently discovered I lost the rubber bit on one of the 'spikes' and haven't been able to wear them. It was sadly gnarled, so I walked them over to a little shoe doctor and asked how much it'd be to get 'em fixed up. "$10. Can't replace one without the other." (I think these guys went to the same school as the car tire guys...) OK, sounded 'reasonable' so I handed him my shoes, and he handed me my pink ticket for Thursday pick-up. All the while, pessimist that I am, I'm wondering if I looked any different, would I have been quoted a different price? Just my lack of faith in human beings shining through. Thursday rolls around, I walk over to the shop to get my shoes, and do you know what happens next? The woman in front of me had the same thing done to her shoes, and he charges her $8. I get mine, and he charges me $10. I didn't have the nerve to say anything right then but what the heck was that? I know, I know, there's probably some reason for the discrepancy, but I can't imagine what. Any cobblers in the house to shed some light on the subject?

Today, I went to a cleaners I found on Yelp, a review site on the Internet, and had four pairs of pants pinned for hemming. The place had good reviews, so I gave it a shot. I brought two different pairs of shoes, one flat and one heeled, to figure out where to hem the pants. Of course, if someone would just invent extensible and retractable pants, we wouldn't experience so much grief over the matter, but ah well. I kept trying to get the guy to tell me how much it would cost, but he kept evading the answer by joking that it depended on how much I paid for the pants. Funny guy, eh? So, we get 'em all pinned and he tells me $34 and change, and they'll be ready Tuesday. Not bad, I thought, for four pairs of pants. Then I say, "Oh, I forgot to mention that one of my legs is longer than the other. Is that gonna be a problem?" He just stares at me for a second, then looks down at my legs. "I'm just kidding you," I say laughing, and a big grin forms across his face. He then tells me he's had customers with that very issue.
I don't doubt it. One of my feet is longer than the other, and only eight of my toes touch the ground.

The old thing? I went roller-blading this afternoon.