There is some sewing being done, I promise, but nothing worth taking a picture of yet. Soon!
Early this afternoon I got together with my friend Jen, the actress who will be wearing the costumes I'm working on. We finished the fitting on the blue dress - I had basted all the princess seams and the shoulder seams on Friday night and today I just pinned the side seams and did some adjustment to the bust and her narrow back. Overall the fitting went well and I don't have a lot of adjustments to make, so that was good news.
After that we went to the gym for a while, part of my ongoing plan of sweating out my crankiness, but before fitting, before exercising, there was - finally - demolition.
I've been planning to take the ceiling down ever since it started leaking, and things just keep getting in my way. Finally this morning I went in there with a prybar and a collection of fashionable dishtowels -- Karen is wearing the latest in home-repair-wear, two 1960s linen dishtowels tied for maximum cleaniness and breathability; available in various colors for the discerning renovator -- and I beat the crap out of the ceiling. As you can see.
And it needed it, as you can also see. Lots of moldy, wet stuff was still up there, but now it's in two big contractor bags on my front walk and I put out an SOS on my neighborhood listserv to see if anyone has some remnants of drywall or pink insulation so that I can repair what I tore out. And could someone tell me how I managed to forget I have a reaction to fiberglass insulation until I looked down and saw that my arms were bright red? A quick wash and some lotion made them feel better, but honestly, what was I thinking? I swaddle my whole head so as not to get my hair filthy or breathe the stuff in, but I'm wearing an open-neck shirt and short sleeves. And gloves, what gloves? I don't need no stinking gloves, I am She-Ra, Queen of Destruction. I am also, occasionally, an idiot.
Now back to sewing so I have something to show you tomorrow.