I accomplished the following this weekend:
- One set of combination underwear
- One pair of drawers
- One chemise
- One set of undersleeves and matching collar
- Alterations on wool dress for Bella Wilfer
- New bodice for Mrs. G.
- Red flannel petticoat to wear under hoops
- Reduced circumference of hoops to fit under wool dress (and also to avoid sucking up small children and other detritus)
- rehearsal for Installation
- Carry-in and corsage assembly for Installation
- Semi-audition and rehearsal for Bella Wilfer part
Oy. I did get a lot done. Of course, I got nothing done at all on any of my SASS projects, but now that I have all the little Dickens things out of the way I can focus on that without panicking about costume approval and dress rehearsal this coming weekend. The only thing I need to do for Dickens this week is the buttonholes on the underthings, and find some lace to make a collar for Mrs. G. She can live without for a weekend if she has too, so that's not a huge crisis.
My main goals for this week are:
1. Hem and finish the blue dress skirt
2. Line and assemble the blue dress bodice
3. Cut out the white underskirt
4. Assemble the Madame X underskirt
5. Fix up my Installation dress, if it ever gets here
This should leave me in good shape for the weekend. Friday will be a total wash, since that's my Installation, but I have four nights to get these things done. Hopefully this is manageable. I figure each task will be an evening's worth of work, and I can always deal with my Installation dress on Friday (sounds like a guaranteed panic attack to me, but what else can you do?). Saturday is the Buccaneers Tea, and Sunday is dress rehearsal, but I hold out hope for getting some work done this weekend as well.
In non-fabric related areas of life (yes, there are some, it's a miracle!), the boy has pneumonia and I've been having major panic attacks. Between the two of us we barely make one functional person. It's sort of pathetic. Actually, I'm worried about him. He won't let me go down there and help him this week because I'm overwhelmed as it is, which is very sweet and all but for crap sake, what good am I if I'm not there in his hour of need or whatever? At least he's getting better and taking it easy so he can recover. Sleep seems to solve a whole number of problems.
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