"…then go to Mendl’s and get me a Courtesan au Chocolat."
"You miss her, don’t you?"
"I’d be lying if I told you I didn’t."
"Lying like you are with the pain?"
"You know me well, Geoff."
"I know you well enough. It’s been six months, Corvo. Emily’s waiting for you. She visits you, you know."
"I know. I keep her drawings. They’re all I have."
More modern AU stuff. Corvo thinking about Jessamine’s death, and blaming himself as he would.
Dress made from six yards of blue stretch taffeta and several yards of off white chiffon (which is lined with bridal satin). The bodice is lined with cotton, and decorated with hundreds of small glass pearls. It’s partially boned and laces up the back. The pattern and construction were all done by me!
The hardest part was getting the shape of the hood, it has buckram and hopping wire in it to hold the shape.
Not sure how long it took to make. Has $45 of materials in it.
Now that this is done I get to start on new projects next week, which is super exciting! I’m not sure what i’ll be making - I’m going fabric shopping next week, so I may let my purchases inspire me.
Sorry for lack of smiles ;; I wanted to get these done fast so I went with somber expressions since those are nearly derp proof.
I found a little child under my workbench today. (what kind of kid takes tuning fork for a suitable toy, though? Curious.)
After a brief questioning, I managed to find out his father is Overseer and is stationed here.
I returned the child to the owner with as much dignity as I could muster with a giggling little creature wrapped around my neck.
Face stil hurts. Can hardly work like that.
I found a child on the roof. How the hell did he climbed there, since the ladder is broken?
Apothecary gave me some new painkillers. Can work in peace now.
*almost illegible writting* there was a neatly folded child in my desk drawer i need to stop taking these pills
help me i can’t draw kids to save my life
I TRIED THO
also Laurent’s banana coat-clasps making triumphant return
THIS. A MILLION TIMES THIS.
Types of people who romanticize small town life:
- People who didn’t grow up in small towns
#THE LOCALS AREN’T QUIRKY#THEY’RE RACIST
#THERE’S NOTHING TO DO
#EVERYONE’S ON DRUGS