It was freakishly hot the night of the party, so these are not the best pix o’ me, as wearing a wig makes me pour gallons o’ sweat (I’m *such* a lady). But halfway thru the night, I went to the restroom and saw myself in the mirror and realized, damn, this looks good! Totally
I’m set for the next Lumieres event! I finished the faro board and, most importantly, my dress and wig. As usual, my latest 18th-century outfit is far more fantasy than history. The *shape* is accurate and the materials are (for me, surprisingly) accurate. But the trim and color combo is all me, my crazy preference.
[Insert interlude where Cynthia came over and convinced me I could squeeze a bodice and skirt out of my mere 3 yards of pink/white stripey fabric. She helped me fit the bodice pattern and piece one sleeve, literally a handful of scraps were left.] During the week, I did go sew on the sleeves of
Hate it when that happens. First, I bought something from Jilli’s sale (DANGEROUS) — a fascinator with a glittery pink ship in sail, topped by black and white stripey sails (I think made by Noxenlux, or some other fabulous gothic milliner). I fully intended to put this in an 18th-century wig. But I just realized