Today I emerged into the daylight like a mole.<\/p>\n
And although the quarantine continues, and remote learning too, this half-day felt intensely \u201cpost-quarantine\u201d to me.<\/p>\n
In both the good sense and the \u201coh, for heaven\u2019s sake\u201d kind of way.<\/p>\n
Not long ago, our boutique had a ceiling that practically wept. Its tears ran down the walls in little streams, leaving us with headaches and the word \u201cRENOVATION\u201d flashing in rainbow colors before our eyes.<\/p>\n
And you know how it goes: once we started painting the ceiling, we realized it was time to freshen up the wall color too.
\nAfter painting the walls and ceiling, we intended to hang the freshly washed and ironed curtains\u2026<\/p>\n
But\u2014oh, but.
\nWhen held against the bright white walls\u2026 we realized the curtains themselves were already \u201cworld-weary\u201d white.<\/p>\n
Hugging a mountain of white fabric, I caught myself thinking that\u2026 if we replace one set of curtains, the only ones left unchanged would be the fitting room curtains.
\nSeven meters of fabric in my arms, dozens of whites pressed together\u2026 they were old too.
\nSo I grabbed some fabric for them as well.<\/p>\n
Then my eye caught the already \u201cworn\u201d little poufs.
\nThen the rugs\u2026<\/p>\n
Eventually, a \u201csession\u201d was called, attended by the two \u201chead\u201d members of the committee\u2014me and my husband\u2014and it was decided that, next to the Summer Collection, instead of one cabinet, it would look perfect to hang some branches we had found during a photo shoot.<\/p>\n
The result?
\nThe boutique renovation picked up momentum like Patricia swinging on a branch.
\nFew days left until opening.
\nThe desire to \u201crefresh everything\u201d was huge.<\/p>\n
The finale?
\nI went through countless cash registers.
\nAnd when it came time to pay, I solemnly held out my card\u2014only for the cashier to declare, just as solemnly, that it had expired in March.
\n\u201cQuarantine,\u201d she smiled.<\/p>\n
Then I went to the gas station, praised my hungry \u201cpandut\u0117,\u201d stuck in my fuel nozzle, then the card, and then\u2026
\nthe screen flashed: \u201cINCORRECT PIN. Please try again.\u201d<\/p>\n
Of course, I tried.
\nThen realizing I had only one attempt left to remember it, I called my husband and, exhaling deeply, surrendered:
\n\u201cZuiki, quarantine\u2026 save me! One card\u2019s done. I don\u2019t know the PIN for the other. SOS.\u201d<\/p>\n
But honestly, returning to life feels good.
\nMy head is clearly well aired out.<\/p>\n
By all means\u2014
\nwe open on 05.27.<\/p>\n
Mua,
\nV.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"template":"","class_list":["post-17560","istorija","type-istorija","status-publish","hentry"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/viktorijos.lt\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/istorija\/17560","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/viktorijos.lt\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/istorija"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/viktorijos.lt\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/istorija"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/viktorijos.lt\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=17560"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}