(personal) At last, the Dress of Doom!

The headband is NOT part of the original costume, but I didn't have time to make the hat for it. I'll post another picture when I finish the trim (there's a belt and cuffs that go with it, and I need more trim on the neckline) and the hat, but it is wearable! Am pleased. Got a lot of compliments at Birka on it.

This is 10 yards of cotton damask, edged with black cotton velveteen trim.

The next one I make is going to be in linen, I think, for the warmer events. Without a train, most likely.

Many thanks to House Strangeways for helping me make this! I look forward to the next garbmaking session!

(metrics) Last Rites, and yes, a battle

There always seems to be a battle, somewhere. Even if it's an internal one. This one is, and yet is not.

Yoda I am tonight.

Also, I screwed up my metrics the other day, I realized. The counts were off. I've fixed them in my spreadsheet.


Starting Count: 95007
Ending Count: 95703
Net Gain: +696
Current Word YTD count: 3059


Starting line:
But why was she here now? And where were the others? There was only one Horse on the knoll.

Ending line:
The question stopped Sylvia, and she blinked. How could she stop them? There was Power here, of course, but she needed to direct it, and there was nothing that sprang immediately to mind. As she stood there, her arms raised and her brow wrinkled in confusion, a cry went up, distracting her.

Darling:
Sunlight flared and then died, plunged into a dark night illuminated by a blood-red moon that hung, bloated, over the scene.