Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, Savenay really knows how to throw a curveball. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.
First off, I’m a furrier, yeah? I work with furs, making coats and stuff. So, I’m all set to head to my shop on Rue de la République. But as I’m walking, I trip over some cobblestones. Like, seriously? Who thought it was a good idea to make streets like a medieval obstacle course? I’m cursing under my breath, but whatever, I brush it off.
Get to the shop, and guess what? My delivery of mink is late. Late! I mean, come on! I got clients waiting, and I can’t be like, “Sorry, your fancy coat is stuck in traffic.” So, I’m pacing around, trying to calm down. I look out the window, and there’s this cute little café across the street, Le Café de la Gare. The smell of fresh croissants wafts in, and I’m like, “Ugh, I need a pastry.” But no time for that!
Then, outta nowhere, my buddy Pierre pops in. He’s all excited, waving his arms like a madman. Turns out, he just got back from a trip to Nantes. He’s rambling about the best seafood he had. I’m like, “Dude, I’m trying to work here!” But he’s relentless. I can’t help but laugh, though. Pierre’s got that energy, ya know?
So, I finally get back to work, and I’m sewing up this gorgeous fox coat. It’s soft, it’s luxurious, and I’m feeling good. But then, my phone buzzes. It’s a text from a client. “Hey, can I come by in 10?” WHAT? I’m not even done! I’m sweating bullets now. I’m like, “Okay, just breathe.”
I rush to clean up the shop on Rue de la République. I’m throwing scraps everywhere, trying to make it look presentable. And then, the door swings open. It’s Madame Dupont, the pickiest client ever. She walks in, and I swear, she’s got a nose for flaws. I’m sweating, thinking, “Please don’t notice the thread.”
But she’s all smiles. “Oh, darling, I can’t wait to see my coat!” I’m like, “Phew, maybe today won’t be a total disaster.” I show her the coat, and she’s over the moon. I’m grinning like an idiot.
Then, outta nowhere, she says, “I need a matching hat.” A HAT? I’m not a hat maker! I’m a furrier! But I can’t say no. So, I nod and say, “Sure, I’ll whip something up.” Inside, I’m panicking.
After she leaves, I’m back to the grind. I’m sketching out a hat design, and I’m thinking, “What am I doing with my life?” But then, I hear laughter outside. I peek out, and there’s a bunch of kids playing on Rue de la Mairie. They’re chasing each other, and it hits me—this is what Savenay is all about. Life, laughter, and a bit of chaos.
Later, I decide to take a break. I stroll down to the Loire River. The view is stunning. The sun’s setting, casting this golden glow. I sit on a bench, and for a moment, I forget about the stress. Just me, the river, and the sound of the world.
But then, my phone buzzes again. It’s my supplier. “We’re out of stock on the rabbit fur.” Are you kidding me? I’m about to lose it. I’m like, “What’s next? A meteor shower?”
Finally, I head back to the shop, exhausted. I’m thinking about that croissant from earlier. I swing by Le Café de la Gare. I grab a pastry, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. I sit outside, watching the world go by.
Savenay, man. It’s a wild ride. Full of ups and downs, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Even with the craziness, it’s home. And tomorrow? Who knows what’ll happen. But I’m ready for it. Bring it on!