Goes Somer * Goesomer * Gossamer

 
Somehow, impossibly, I finished my dress last night. Sleeves attached, distressed-painted, sash et all. 


THERE WILL BE PHOTOS.

They will be posted along with stories when I'm not convention-ed out or about to head off (wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!). (Whovians. Whovians EVERYWHERE). The Whovian Ball starts at 7:30 and goes to midnight. This is going to be a night to remember (if I don't faint of heat stroke first--why did I want a bustled dress in 107 degree heat, again? Right, intended for San Diego).