i was recently at a cafe on an informal meeting with a friend/brooklyn stylist/designer. it was a rainy saturday morning.
she’s amazing and kind and beautiful and all that. we happened to choose seats next to this guy who i had met years before at a fundraiser on the same street where i sang. she knew him too. no biggie. we’re neighbors.
(sidenote: (even though i think i know the answer) WHY do americans swoon so much over british accents??)
anyway, the point: we all sat in the same area and every now and then he interjected with a conversation that was relevant to our not-os-private conversation.
at some point, he ended up looking at my etsy site for my scarves and such and placed an order for a scarf he was swooning over - in black. he just HAD to have it. i told him i could make it and have it to him ASAP - ASAP in this case being the following evening. we lived in the same neighborhood and i had his number. i would bring it to him.
i had the thought then, but hesitated, to ask him to pay upfront. i didn’t ask for that because i trusted that because we kind of knew each other and he made the order in a very public way, and was so excited about it, that it would be no problem.
i finished the scarf and reached out the next day - he preferred to get it the next day. i couldn’t meet that day and was busy until the following day - tuesday.
i called him - no answer.
fast forward to his eventually calling me back saying he apologized and could he get the scarf on the following sunday - he was sorry. this was not how he did things but he’s been SO busy.
fast forward to today (two days after sunday) and i still have the scarf.
and THIS is why i don’t take custom orders in person. send me an email, send me the money and i will get you your goods.
real neighbors don’t $hit on their neighbors