So... how's it going?

Everyday, someone asks me that. Like we're all going through experimental drug therapy together. Like we've all gone on "Recessiontrex'at the same time, and wondering if it's keeping you up at night, too. No, not to be flippant, and by no means am I'm chauffeured in my Lamborghini to work everyday, but we're crazy busy. Maybe I'm doing something very, very wrong to be still driving my 11 year old clunker to work and be so busy I don't know what day it is, but maybe that's the point. To keep plowing ahead. Everyday, we have to get dressed. Someone gets married, someone has a huge meeting, someone is hitting a milestone. Showing up naked-frowned upon in most circles- so i still have a job.One that I love. Someone came in today for a fitting on a muslin, after a first meeting a week ago. She brought reinforcements to help her figure out which end is up -"Am I making the right choice?" "Does this suit me?" "Have I lost my mind to think this is the best idea?" I completely understand this-we all have too much on our plates, and are all afraid of making the wrong choice. I brought out the muslin I'd make, showed some swatches I'd found, and everyone was in agreement we'd hit upon a winner. I think the key is that I'm not trying to sell you 'a dress' because I can make any dress. I'm trying to make you look fantastic, which only reflects on me poorly if I don't do it right. Once I'm in, I'm in all the way-you had me at "Hello, I need ..."