February 2, 2011

How Ruby and I got to the Dorm

I met Anna when I moved to NY the first time over 25 years ago. I had left my job as a dept store buyer in Cleveland, Ohio and propositioned one of my vendors with promises of improving his line and get more department store business as a “merchandiser”.  He knew I was good, but he also seemed to have the “hots” for me.  I’m not sure which factor pushed him to make the decision to give me a shot.  I was just extremely grateful that he did! (More on that subject in another chapter!)

So I left Ohio for the big city to seek my fortune and see “if I could make it there” so I’d know I could “make it anywhere”. Anna was one of the first vendors I met.  She sold Italian prints and was a former Sears buyer so we spoke the same language of retail.  Anna was bright and enthusiastic and so calm that NOTHING EVER threw her off her game!  I loved her immediately. To this day she is one of the few friends I have who not only has never pissed me off, but has never even become mildly annoying, no matter how much time we spent together! 

So after I got married and left NY for LA, Anna and I stayed in touch but whether we spoke monthly or annually, it was as if no time a passed at all. (Later, if I have a glass of wine, I’ll tell you about the time that Anna and my new husband and I went to the nude beach on Fire Island.)

Naturally when I knew I was coming to NY for a job interview, after many years in LA , then Dallas, Anna was the first person I called. It was such perfect timing that  she thought she had sold her condo, and had her roommate move out, only to find out that there were technical issues involving the zoning of her unit that prevented the sale from materializing. SO SHE HAD A ROOM AVAILABLE FOR ME!  At least if I had to commute from Dallas to NY to work, I had a perfect place to stay and perfect friend to stay with!
 NY life begins.

I actually got the job! My almost dream job! I had always wanted to have my own apparel business. While this was not my OWN (as in “owner”) it was the next best thing. They wanted someone to create a new business and wanted someone who would “take the business and run with it”. Minimal interference or supervision. Just up my alley!

The even better part is I was able to recruit my dear friend and former work associate Ruby. We had worked together over 15 years before in another industry. She was 50 something and out of work like I had been.  Sadly, we had both discovered the ugly truth that women over 50, no matter how accomplished or talented were considered unfit for the fashion business.  (Everyone knows your taste goes in the toilet after 50, and even with a lifetime of analyzing trends and being in the business long enough to have more concrete information in your “gut” than 12 little Parsons graduates who have no actual business experience).  So sad that they don’t realize that one bad line can cost you more in damage to your credibility than any mistake you could make. Experience dramatically increases your hit ratio. Ruby and I had been batting  300+ for awhile now, but nobody wanted to even interview us to find out what a real pro actually knows!

But I knew what a goldmine of talent and experience she was, so I decided to do exactly what the “good-ol-boys” do and start out by hiring a friend.  Ruby would have to be in NY almost as much as I did so that’s how she and I got to the Dorm.


--Meredith

It wasn't always The Dorm


Well, it wasn’t always the dorm.  But it is now.  It just sort of happened.  Like the financial downturn just sort of happened.  Except this is much better than the down turn, and the down turn had something to do with it.

Actually for many years the Dorm was the home for me and my 2 kids.   But the kids grew up and moved into their own homes.  I love New York and I stayed here with my cats and dog.  There were 2 extra bedrooms.  One became my office and the third bedroom became the guest room for my friends who liked to visit New York City.
More recently the guest room became a room rented out to young people who were Medical students, in NYC as part of their rotation, graduate students, or recent college graduates here in the city for their first job.  The renters and I shared the Living Room, Dining Room and Kitchen and we each had our own bedroom and bathroom.  But that wasn’t the Dorm.

OK, so I’m and independent Sales Agent for a few Italian textile companies and I have been working out of my home for about 15 years now.  Before that I had an office in midtown, in the Lingerie district on Madison Avenue in the 30’s.  So once my kids moved out, I figured that I didn’t need to pay that kind of rent for an office since I had 2 empty rooms at home.  Being self employed is great when the money is gushing in.  It is not so great when the money trickles in.

During the leaner years, I rented out the Guest room.  Then it started getting even leaner because Asia was producing some of the commodity fabrics at much lower prices.  The exchange rate between the Euro and the US dollar made the dollar worth less and the fabrics I was selling, cost more.  And then there was the economic downturn beginning in 2006/2007.  I wasn’t quite ready to sell my great apartment, so I rented out the Guest room as a source of additional income. 

Originally my nephew rented the room during Medical School while he was on rotation.  Then there were a few other female friends of his from Medical School.  My nephew was the only young man who was a renter.  I really liked having him here, but as far as renting to strangers, it had to be women from that time on.  Then there was a wonderful graduate from Northwestern who was doing her 2 year stint with Teach for America. She was a friend of my friend’s daughter.  So far, all referrals. 

Next came Craig’s List.  I wanted to attract someone responsible, independent, relatively quiet and in their 20’s.  So I advertised that a young Grandma wanted to rent a room in a big Upper West Side apartment to a student or recent graduate.  I figured anyone who was willing to share an apartment with a Grandma would be the person I was looking for.  Well, I am a grandma, but I am not old.  I mean I’m not 30, but I’m pretty young at heart, I’m pretty easy to get along with and I’m moderately pretty.  So, not the old Grandma type.  It worked. 

First there was the young woman from Iowa (perfect) who was taking a year off after her freshman year, to decide if she was interested in the fashion industry.  She had a 9 month internship with a sportswear company.  After 9 months it was back to Craig’s List.  Then I found Claire.  She was a graduate from the University of Tennessee, who was enrolled in a one year graduate program in Fashion Design at Parson’s.  I checked out her references and everyone thought she was exceptional.  They weren’t wrong.

In the meantime I had been talking to Meredith, who I have known for years, but more about that later.  She had been running a division of a garment company located in Texas that had gone under.  There were prospects of starting a new company under the auspices of a large corporation located in New York.  She didn’t want to move her family to the New York area without knowing how this new venture would work out.  So she needed a place to stay that was less expensive than renting an apartment.  My guest room would be perfect.  But nothing was finalized yet, and it probably would take several weeks.  Claire was ready to move right in.

Sooooo, I bought a sofa bed, moved into my office, gave my room and en suite bathroom to Claire.  The Guest room would be for Meredith if that worked out.  If not, well, there is always Craig’s List.

Claire is great.  She is tall, slim, looks like a model, has a good sense of humor and has a southern way about her.  She has a wonderful way with clothes.  She moved in with even more clothes and stuff than I had moved out of my room.  Wasn’t she supposed to be here for only a year?  It looked like it was a permanent move to me.  That would be OK, we just hadn’t discussed that.  We’ll see.

Merideith and I kept talking.  She would come for a day or 2 while negotiations and meetings were going on.  Surely this was going to work out, but what was taking so long for the final arrangements to be made?  Meredith was ready and anxious to get started.  A few weeks turned into months.  Yeah, finally, it was going to happen.  Meredith was going to move in.  But it wasn’t Meredith.  It was Meredith and Ruby.  Well, OK, two for the price of one.  But neither of them would be here full time, just both of them here part of the time.  So it was sort-of one to one after all.

It was doubly (pun intended) OK because I had known Ruby almost as long as I had known Meredith.  More about that too.  The Guest room, as it was, could sleep 5, so there was plenty of room.  The 3 of us would be sharing one bathroom.  Now I’m really glad that I decided I would only rent to women.

Originally, my kids shared what is now the Guest room.  When we moved in they were 2 and 3.  I asked friends who had a construction company to design a room for the 2 of them.  There were 2 bunk beds, joined by a drawbridge on the upper level.  Each kid could draw up their half of the bridge if she/he wanted to keep the other out.  Good idea.  My son liked the bunk bed idea, so he slept up, and there was a built in desk beneath his bed.  My daughter wanted to stay grounded, so her upper level was a play loft.  Then there were book cases and chests of drawers that separated their halves of the room.

Now the 2 upper bunks are still there, one twin bed and a queen size bed where the desk had been.  That adds up to 5.  Meredith has the queen size bed and Ruby has the twin.  Is there some significance to that?  Anyway, I’m not planning on filling the other spaces, right now.

So we have 3 experienced (in every way possible) ladies and one young southern lady living together.  How was this going to work?  We are all pretty congenial, luckily.  As far as food is concerned, Claire is a vegetarian, but we don’t hold that against her.  Meredith and Ruby and I eat just about everything, and Ruby is definitely a carnivore.  She needs meat.  At first we sort of cooked for ourselves.  Claire moved in first, so sometimes I would fix vegetarian meals, I always have, and we would share a few dinners.  When Meredith and Ruby moved in, the 3 of us took turns cooking carnivorous meals and Claire would fix something veggie and we’d eat together if it worked out that we were all at home at the same time.

Meredith is a wonderful cook, we all are, really, but Meredith is special in that she can cook a full delicious dinner in 2 and a half minutes.  I don’t know how she does it.  She thinks fast, she works fast and she cooks fast.  The rest of us are normal.


Ruby just e-mailed and asked what my definition of normal is.  It depends upon the situation.  In this situation, normal is human, Meredith is super-human.


--Anna

February 1, 2011

Claire

Stiffed again.  I could not wait tables any longer.  The obvious solution? Move to New York City and attend fashion school.  Six months after making this decision, I served my last table and began scouring through craigslist for a place to live.

Two bedroom converted. Bedroom is 7’ x  9’, no windows, but charming early century walk-up.  Full-size refrigerator in the kitchen. Unfurnished. We share hallway coat closet for clothing storage.
$ too much.

Mature 29-yr-old female looking for quiet, responsible roommate.  Must be away during business hours as I work from home.  No late nights.  No guests.  No kitchen privileges. Cat-lover is a must.
$ yeah right.

FREE RENT! Male seeks female roommate for severely discounted or free rent in midtown studio.  Compensated by you occasionally walking around in your underwear, no physical relationship, I just want to look. 
$ rape is not rent.

Animal-loving widow seeks responsible roommate to occupy 12’ x 15’ upper west side bedroom.  Private bathroom, windows, furniture, walk-in closet, utilities, internet + cable included.  I have two lovable pets, a large dog and a cat.  Pre-war doorman building 1 block from central park. 
$ yes please!

Though I contacted over 100 of these postings (excluding the underwear perv), the choice was clear.  Anna, the craigslist “widow”, returned my email, drilled my references, and finally called me.  I had made the cut—just 10 days before I was to haul all my belongings 831 miles from the quaint southern charm of Chattanooga, Tennessee to big city bustle.


--Claire

Ruby

Being ripped out of a job that I built, by a person that I trusted, with no warning or severance, is not my idea of fun.  35 years of work and self esteem hanging now by a thread.  An elderly loving father and a devoted husband holding the pieces of me together, barely.  Crawling out of the black hole of depression is another challenge - thank you Celexa.  Then a call from an old friend and former colleague with a new opportunity.  Was I interested??  Why not?  Can I do it?  Who knows?  A fresh start in a new business.  I'm in.

--Ruby