It is an unaccustomed site to find quaint little shops in Seattle. I took my bridesmaid dress to David Tailor, a tailor shop in Pioneer Square. The owner, I presume, was a delightful Vietnamese man with the last name Nguyen. He had an old desk machine by the name of Sower. Up a flight of stairs is the changing room, a tiny bathroom with a chair and barely enough room to get undressed. The stairs are lined with black creased vinyl flooring much like my grandparents attic stairs. It made me nostalgic. B. Nguyen had chapped lips and serious eyes. I like him, he gave me a fair price.
We went downtown afterward. It was one of those outings that don’t go well. Neither Andy or I had eaten anything. We brought no snacks and we had 2 kids (oh, the shame!). We debated where to get food for about an hour and once there we argued about whether or not we should sit down or get it to go. Andy kept saying, “I don’t want to sit down!” To which I kept replying, “You keep changing your mind, what do you want?@*!” Not our finest Wakefield moment. Note to self: deescalation = good. In the end we settled on muffins, fruit and cheese, we were still hungry afterward. Thankfully it ended with me and the kids taking naps. Sometimes you just gotta take one for the team. Done.
