It’s that day
when I have to close the window at night — not completely, but partially — and
my long pants move from the unreachable top shelf to the prime access zone in
my closet; the shorts moving up. It’s not warm coat weather by any means yet,
but autumn’s here.
Monday morning
I had to go to Dressew to get some
ribbon for the peacock dress. I took the bus there and back but disembarked
from both of them prior to arriving at my destination. I just couldn’t take “life”
on the bus. I find transit to be incredibly stressful.
I felt fine in Dressew; searching for ribbon, I noticed
some long zippers and so I bought a couple and decided to use my first zipper in
a paper dress.
I cannot
imagine being happier than I am when I sew — I do it all by hand and for
miles. And I never have a plan; all I have is a vision of what I want to do.
And the longer it takes, the better.
Today, I got
the train on the skirt and started feathering. Finally, after all the work of
sourcing wire, building the crinoline, roughly half of the feathers I will need
plus a structural slip, I’ve started finishing the skirt.
I have friends
coming for dinner on Thursday, so I have to convert my studio back into a
dining room, but the skirt will look good on the night of the party.
And speaking of
the party… I had a terrible time
deciding what to bake, but I’m settled on something appropriate for the Fall
Equinox: Caramelized potato tart, with onion, cherry tomatoes and an expensive
artisanal goat cheese I found, a variety of sausages from the best deli in
Vancouver (buffalo, turkey and chicken from Oyama)
and a salad of various greens, quail eggs, an assortment of roasted seeds
(including pumpkin!) and caramelized lemon rind. For dessert I’m making a lemon
meringue tart because I think Bruce loves them.
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