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I just took _the_ coat to the dry-cleaners in advance of finally dealing with the tailoring thing ASAP.

"Ah, Rahel! Another coat! Oh... this coat... this is a serious coat," he said, patting it.

"Yeah. And really heavy," I said, having lurched over there with my fencing bag on my back.

"Yes. Serious."

"Take care of her, yeah?" (My dry cleaner is getting used to this; the amount of weird, fragile and/or hand-tailored stuff I'm emotional about is sort of massive and if he could just stop pressing the collars on my Regency shirts wrong, life would be perfect).

"I take care. R-a-h-?"

"e-l," I add as he fills out the ticket.

I'm not sure when or how I became Rahel there, but that's what's happened. The whole thing was kinda great.

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[brewsternorth.livejournal.com]

Not sure which makes me smile the more:

- that The Coat is a "her";

- that the dry-cleaner called you "Rahel" both aloud and on paper.

In both cases, great indeed! =D

[rm.livejournal.com]

The name thing has been going on for months now, and is hilarious and fairly inexplicable (beyond the fact that everyone fucks up my name, and I don't even bother correcting folks that don't need to get it right so it sort of devolved from Racheline to Rachel to Rahel at some point).

Meanwhile, I started calling the coat "she" about two weeks after I got it, and can't seem to stop.