Last Wednesday seemed like any old Wednesday. I awoke to the sound of jackhammers mercifully drowning out the hideous shrieks of the bird that lives in the tree outside my apartment and whose sole purpose in life is to aid me in the revelation, night after night, that alcohol and painkillers really do go together. My cat stretched, walked the stately 21 pounds of himself across my breasts one chubby, jabby paw at a time, and settled in my laundry basket to quietly vomit. I made coffee, showered, dressed, cried, re-did my makeup, and went off to work at Modern Love.
It was a spectacularly clear and sunny day, the kind that you wish could project itself into a human form for a moment so that you could, depending on your state of mind, either make out with it for being so beautiful or strangle it to death for being such an arrogant, oblivious jerk. Liz busied herself charming all the customers, I tried to empty myself of thought through the methodical work of windexing the shelving, and Karen chatted away with a hippie that had been meandering through the store all morning. I’d kind of been watching the hippie out of the corner of my eye because she was wearing a really cool dress.
“Hey,” I said to the hippie, “That’s a really cool dress.”
“Thanks,” she said, “I’m Trinity.”
Sure you are, I thought. “It’s nice to meet you,” I said. “I’m Nori.”
Yeah, right, she thought. “It’s nice to meet you, too.”
As it turns out, the dress she was wearing was of her own design and fabrication. She had made it from vintage sheets. She also had a converted ’91 Toyota Warrior that functioned as a mobile store, filled with similar garments and parked not far away. She was in the process of driving her store across the country back to Oakland and we were one of her stops. Karen left the shop with
Mary Poppins Trinity and the two of them returned half-swaddled and staggering under the magnificent weight of heaps of gorgeously soft dresses and skirts constructed from generous cuts of fabric in they-don’t-make-them-like-that-anymore prints. Put your fist in your mouth now so it doesn’t hurt too much when your jaw drops.
In addition to these lovelies, she also makes screenprinted hoodie dresses from recycled fabric.
And fellas, she makes ties, too.
Just another Wednesday.