So, Summer's almost gone...

but I'm working, working, working and by cracky, I think I'm beginning to see the spaces opening up! On Sunday last, I tried to put up my work surface—6' x 28" with hanging rods above and filing cabinets underneath—but only managed to bruise the top of my right hand and arm and barely escaped with my skull in one piece! 

     Never the less, the space is clear and as soon as I can find a proper ladder, or a carpenter (professional variety), I'll get that shelf installed good and proper and then lookout: THIS GIRL WILL BE UNSTOPPABLE (she says for the one hundred forty-seventh time)! 

      I've got my copier, printer, etc. combine set up and ready to go so I can copy and size patterns from the little Barbie-sized Genes and 14" Tonners et alia, through the regular Tylers and Genes as well as all their friends and relations to the big American Model gals without having to redraft. Just up or down the percentage! Cool? Oh yes. 

     I have to make some boy things also. Michael Jordan is just in his basketball togs. He must have some slacks, a sport coat and of course a dinner jacket and tux in order to be ready to ask the ladies to dinner and dancing. Clark Gable, decked out as Rhett Butler in white tie and tails, has to have a white dinner jacket and a planter's hat of course. He'll be escorting Miss Goth from Tonner since he's the only one that's even in the height ballpark for her.      

     Humphrey Bogart is hanging around and will need something a little more formal than his trench coat and fedora if he's to be seen with Miss Gene, star of stage and screen and the rest of the Hollywood girls. I guess Trent will have to look sharp if he's to rival the other guys at all. He may have chiseled features but he's no Clark Gable or Batman! I forgot about Batman. He needs something between the Bat Cape and his tux, doesn't he? 

   Cap'n Jack Sparrow is hanging around as well, to escort the girls to the odd masked ball or Halloween party. I won't try to redress him. He's a bit recalcitrant about haircuts and shaves and the like—and with his cutlass and pistol at the ready, I'm not going to insist on anything. Have you seen the shrunken head hanging from his belt? Gives me the shivers, he does.
     My new designs are coming along as well to join the ones I've already done from earlier on. Designs, however, are not yet patterns. That takes a bit of tedious draping and cutting and muslin fittings and so forth.

     I will want to get rid of about 3/4 of the 50 or so Genes et alia I have lounging about the premises. They complain all the time about not having anything to do or anywhere to go and that I'm always playing favorites. Violet and Madra, especially Madra, are very insistent about needing to go here and there. Violet has singing gigs to do, and Madra? She needs to be out there where the casting directors are so she can flaunt her stuff. Auditioning, of course, is out of the question with a star of her, uh, caliber...yes, that's it caliber!

     Vita and various other girls from other studios are hanging about but I haven't done much designing for them as they are still the new girls in town. No doubt as Gene, Madra and lovely Violet and others of their gang begin to change studios and some of the, uh, more experienced stars contemplate retirement, the other girls, especially Miss Goth, will take up more and more of my time. 

     So, my friends, stick around. Things are about to get interesting!