I did it. I finally, actually did it.
After yesterday’s tailoring-induced meltdown (the one where I was ready to burn my heraldries and swear off the entire profession forever), I stumbled across a tailor named Lich from Blackrock who was actually online and willing to craft. I sent him the mats, the Galactic Gladiator Heraldries, everything I’d bled for, and held my breath.
This morning the finished Thalassian Competitor’s Cloth Sash showed up in my mailbox.
I equipped it immediately and just stood there staring at my character sheet like an idiot. The stats are perfect. The look matches the rest of the set I’ve been slowly piecing together. It feels… good. Like one tiny piece of the giant gear puzzle finally clicked into place.
I didn’t overthink it. I didn’t second-guess the embellishment. I didn’t run back to the quartermaster in a panic. I just hit equip and felt a little spark of “maybe I’m not completely hopeless at this.”
Of course the second I felt that spark my brain immediately started whispering that I still need the shoulders, the robe, the boots, the trinkets, the enchants… but for one glorious moment I let myself enjoy the win.
Lich, wherever you are on Blackrock… thank you. You have no idea how close I came to crying over this belt.
Now if only the rest of my life would cooperate this easily. I still have an empty house to decorate, a private dock that’s begging for chairs, and a sister who’s probably going to yell at me again the second she checks the mail.
But at least my waist looks fabulous.
Small victories, right?
~Sahsha
(Tired Disc Priest, Professional Babysitter of the Sin’dorei, Reluctant Returnee… and Newly Belted)