Thursday began
with me being stood up by Wendy. She never turned up for our morning
get-together so I went to Oyama and got some saucisson sec (another addiction).
Then I came back home to work on the marble dress.
Thursday ended
on a very nice note: Rob called. He’s an impossibly handsome odd duck whom I
adore. We’re two guys with clinical mental health issues who nourish each
other.
The forecast
for the entire next week is ficking RAIN like every week since the beginning of
time. It falls like sins on us; it’s climatic depression.
Today requires
commencement with a trip to the toy store to buy out their entire stock of
marbles. Then I will continue to work on the bodice of the marble dress. It’s
the kind of work I love.
Next week’s
anticipations are the Boca decision, my doilies arriving and my flocking
arriving. Does that not take your breath away? All excitement in my life seems
to involve my project.
I’ve decided
that if Boca says No that I will
endeavor to politely pursue their assistance in finding another theatre company
to whom I might propose my script. Alternatively, there’s also having a show of
my dresses and dropping the script idea altogether. Were I to do that, it would
be next Fall or Spring. By then I could have up to fifteen dresses.
I’m inspired by
two ideas for dresses that can be built without a mannequin. And one dress
would be Charlotte’s dress. I would still like to present the show as Charlotte’s
somehow, and not as mine — for artistic reasons, not out of fear.
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