Good lass!
You need to show her my sister's wedding photos... Kent in February, in a mediaeval church with a wonky heating system installed in Victorian times... It was a brilliantly sunny day - one of those with a high, wide, endlessly blue sky - and the puddles in the road stayed firmly glass like all day! The only people who were warm all the time were Big Sis in her mink coat and hat, and Ma in her heavy wool coat! Little Sis (the blushing bride) was blue by the end of the photos, and it took me several hours to thaw out too! And WE had sleeves!
Ooer! I made my sister's wedding dress, but she is a very good 'customer' - knows the problems, turns up on time for fittings, is always good for a giggle, and I don't have to mind my language!
Oh, yes, there's a standard idiot fee. You soon learn to tell the idiots from the people who really know the score, and for them you work out the fee, then add half as much again! For the pushy 'I know everything and I want to change my mind a dozen times' types, it's doubled - and you charge extra for every change made after the first two! For the ignorant but nice, you just have to be prepared to say everything several times, and for the nice sensible ones who are professionals in their own field and know the limits of their knowledge and let you know what you are doing, there are cups of tea in the GOOD china, and choccy bikkies! This last group are about as common as lesser spotted rocking horse droppings in Central Park.
Welcome to your latest therapy session!