Last night, the Anne Boleyn gown reached an important benchmark. Several yards of fabric were pleated, gathered, basted and finally sewn into place, giving the dress a sense of completeness. Don't get me wrong, there are still hours of work ahead of me to complete the overall costume: hemming, fore sleeves, french hood, kirtle, possible farthingale (hrm?)... but it feels like a gown now. I can walk around and not get poked by pins. I can twirl frivolously, flaring the luxurious silk all about. At this point, when I slip it on, I can feel my inner Anne Boleyn coming out. Sass, intellect, sensuality, strength. I like it.
oh i like the girl who wears this fancy attire
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Holy cow! Your dress looks beautiful, Shannon. Your car bruise will be worth it in the end. :) Thank you again for playing DJ while driving to Knoxville.
ReplyDeleteMe - I happen to like you too, Mike.
ReplyDeleteRaccoon - My car bruise is nearly faded. Thank heavens! You'll get to see the gown in person tomorrow for Craft Night. Aren't you excited?
fancy stuff
ReplyDeleteSteve, I'm a fancy sort of lady.
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