Lack of choosiness

My favorite line is in bold. ( Testosterone Pumps Up Hyrax Females )

One of my grad students who defended this semester came by to say goodbye yesterday. She's from Senegal. She's going back home and I'll never see her again. I know this is part of my job. It's still hard. Don't tell anyone, but I started to tear up after she left the office. I'm such a sap.

Girl #2 brought her replacement skirt fabric last night. Surprise! It's not appropriate, but she insisted that's what she wanted, so whatever. At least there's enough fabric to work with this time. It's pretty thin, with a border print that will look just ridiculous as a circle skirt, but it's on her body, not mine. It's lime green and brown batik--to go with a peach floral jacquard belt and vest. *shudder* This is indicative of the mentality I'm trying to work with here. I pointed out that a patterned fabric isn't the best choice for a skirt, which is why I recommended (twice) a plain, solid color, cotton fabric. "Yes," she said, "but I couldn't match the other fabric." "I gave you a fabric scrap to take shopping with you so you could find something to go with the color." She nodded, and laughed that by-now-all-too-annoying asian girl giggle. "Yes, but it's orange, you know?"

What?

I'm beyond caring. She's paying me to make a hideous costume. Fine! I'm happy to take her money. Girl #1's costume is coming along great. The bra looks faboo and I think her color choices are going to look phenomenal (blue, gold, and black).

Tonight, hangings-out with roya_spirit and hopefully I'll remember to bring the leopard print bra so we can fit it and I'll knock one more item off the To Do list.