We went to a couple of garment stores that are run by rag merchants. You know what that means. Haggling like the souk in Marrakesh. Also the joints are filthy dirty. The fabric is piled willy nilly and if you touch willy everything falls on your fuckin' feet.
I was looking at one role and the guy working there try's to pull it out like he is playing jenga. That made everything fall into a pile in the middle of the store. Those two girls in the back of this shot were actually much closer to the collapse and one of the roles got her right in her Meade. That must of hurt.
Anyhoo we found some stuff. So we had to have it measured and then wrapped up and then we had to bring it back to the store and carry it to the back room. Friday I have to bring it to the factory. It is a big pain in the ass.
But you have to do it if you want the good.
I just hate it when it falls on your feet. Jeeesh.
