Pretty Little Pincushions, the book I submitted a project to last year, is finally out. My Mom and I checked our local Barnes & Noble store to see if they had a copy. Sure enough, they had one. This is my Mom holding up my project's page at the store.
I really wanted to show someone my little pincushion guys were in print but then thought twice about it. What would I say? "Hey, wanna see my pincushion heads?" Yeah, that'd be awkward. And, guess what? It was. Poor poor book clerk sales guy. He so innocently asked if he could help me not knowing what was about to descend.I replied manically, "YES! You can sell lots of these books!"(not that I even make any money from them!) and wagged the book in his face. I think I may have poked him in the ribs a little with the corner of the book too. In my head I was thinking tone it down a little, lunatic woman, chill out but I had already gone over the edge.
He was not taken with my enthusiasm and simply said, "how very nice for you."
I suddenly felt ridiculous, and rightfully so. Without saying anything I left him holding the book and quickly walked away dragging Tootie to hide in the children's section. That is where I stayed feigning interest in Brown Bear Brown Bear until Poor book clerk sales guy shelved my precious book.