OK. We all knew it was going to happen. Tessie made good on her threat. No more frilly pink. She pulled off half of the trim and slit the skirt before the day was half over. She kept repeating the word "Utilitarian!" over and over until I got the message.
I proceeded to make her a wider skirt, three quarter sleeved top and a leather vest with a metal closing shaped like a bat. She was quite pleased with that. Halloween is coming.
The vest is simply a rectangle of leather with a slit up the center to a round neck. On the outer edges, I cut into the sides about a quarter of an inch, horizontally. Then I rounded the top part of the slit to make a cap sleeve. The lower part was glued, front over back to make the side seam. No hemming needed. At least it was a lot quicker and easier than the pink frilly one.
I doubt if this one will last very long either. She says that it doesn't match any of her aprons and she refuses to work without an apron.
After all the wear on her hair, pulling the dress pieces on and off over her head yesterday, she also needed a new hair do. So, this morning I pulled out the hair drawer....At least that's what she calls it.
First I pulled off all of her old hair.(She wouldn't let me take a photo of that part.)I took a braid of her usual color of mohair and Shaped the blunt end around her face and glued it on. As you can see, I didn't cut the piece off until I had it right where I wanted it. She kept asking, "Do I look like Rapunzel?"
I kept answering, "No! You're not a blond!"
Then I took about 3 inches of the same hair, but narrower strands and braided them. I rolled those into a bun and glued it to the back of her head. Yup. Same hairdo as the one I took off. Just a little neater.
When I finished that part, she started wading through the hair drawer. Silly me. I asked what she was doing...
She replied..."I could have been a blond! Why didn't you make me a blond? I wanna be a blond!"
I answered, "It's too late now. You weren't quick enough. Maybe next time."
I put a hair ribbon in place to hold the bun and she stomped off. No "Thanks for the new hairdo." or any other comment.
She is now on the balcony with Zar consoling herself with bug beer. I guess that misery loves company. Zar is helping out by drinking dandelion wine, straight out of the bottle.
They are both going to have nice headaches in the morning.
Like all good beauticians, I now have to go sweep up all of the old hair. I wonder how long it will be before she wants a blond wig?
Oh well...See you tomorrow.