Why does everything take so long? And get so screwed up? So, I return home to enough mail to fill my swimming pool and an email that the Kravet fabric I want to order for my living room chairs is not available in the same color lot as the sample I selected. I feel a whine coming on: the new turquoise does not complement my rug and chairs, and of course we have selected fabrics based upon that particular turquoise. I want the old turquoise! Where is the old turquoise I fell in love with, and why the bait and switch? What if plastic surgeons got patients on the table, opened them up, and said, oh, so sorry, they don’t make the breast implants you selected anymore. Whoops.
Designers, I feel your pain.