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Welcome, new faces. I promise there will be updating and it will be riotous. Or cause riots, which would be cool, but also . . . not.

Lately, I've been making a new corset because I discovered that moving back home has cause me to gain about ten pounds -- mostly in the bust. I tried on the dress I want to wear to Bristol Ren Faire, and it was . . . indecent. I looked like I was smuggling unbaked bread. Unfortunately, if I lace it loosely enough to not be indecent, I end up slipping below the underbust line and that is just not good-looking or comfortable.

So I'm making a new corset and a new gown to wear. Details to follow once I get the corset finished -- I have all the boning in, so I only need to set the grommets and bind the edges. I should be done by tomorrow evening, I think. I'm aiming for a close-fronted Venetian for the gown, with a split overskirt and petticoat under that. I'd love to have some sort of elaborate appliqued sleeves, but I also have to make my sister's gown*, so that might be out of the question.

So why am I making a new corset and an entirely new dress? Instead, of say, trying to lose the ten pounds in the month I have until my sister and I go to Bristol?

Because I am like the win**, baby.

_{*If she'll ever send me her measurements -- at this rate, she may be going naked, which is great if you're Lady Godiva, but I think she may have an issue with it.
**Totally intentional.}