I have indeed found something in my closet, a burgundy velvet dress Li gave me once she got too small for it. It’s spaghetti strapped, and my arms not a treat for the eyes still, so I have staged a raid on the fabric store and come away with some embroidered white chiffon with irridescent sequins. It will go with me today, along with needles, thread and scissors, to be hemmed this evening.
I was telling another friend about it. As he put it, it’s standard s.f. fannish/ SCA attitude: “I have a piece of fabric here, which will become the garment I need on the way to the event at which I need it.” All I can do is laugh, because I can’t count the number of times I’ve done exactly that.
Off and away!