An Eleventh Hour Alternative Urge

Now, along the line of this process, Friday, maybe, I was playing with some jewellery elements and worked up a great belt that I decided should have its own LBD to go with: not just a belt but a shawl, inpired by one of Patsy's in "Absolutely Fabulous" and some boots, inspired by Isaac Mizrahi in "Zipped," which I watched Friday or Saturday (and in which, coincidentally, I saw Robert Best doing a good job of hanging out as a sounding board). In other words, I had a whole new solution good to go in my head.

I stayed up late Saturday night sewing the bodice for this newer LBD concept, and as I worked, I noticed my doll was getting dirty. "Hellfire!" I exclaimed, "This is a leotard-swimsuit stretch synthetic and the black's coming off -- the very reason I don't let my girls wear black!"

At the moment, the fabric, and the bodice, are soaking in their fifth hot water and tide bath, a muted reddish shade bleeding out, rather than the usual blue.

When I get the bleeding down to an acceptable minimum, I will resume that project. I have the jewellery done. Oh, and it involves gold lamé; I just moved my baggie of lamé in this ongoing cleanup and organization I've undertaken since last August. I found my red lamé, which would do in a pinch, but I really want to do this as envisioned, so it doesn't really matter that I need to wash and wash the black fabric: I must have put the lamé "somewhere special," as it wasn't in my big clear plastic suitcase of color fabric. Actually, it was in the course of looking for the gold lamé that I finally turned up the black leotard jersey for which I'd been looking with no success since last August. It was where I expected it to be -- in the big clear plastic suitcase, but on the very bottom, where I couldn't see it even with the case upside down: I had to take every piece of fabric out before I saw it, so that was a good chance to refamiliarize myself with what all is available in there.

I hate to tell you what else I turned up in the process.