Fuck.

It's Wednesday. I have no corsets.

So I'm desperate: if you bought a corset from me, and you wouldn't mind my displaying it this weekend at the Wicked Winter Renaissance Faire, and you have any possible way to get your corset to me by Friday, please, G-d, let me know. I'll love you forever'n'ever.

A Different Kind of Fuck.

They're here. Four corset blanks. Thank fucking G-d. Of course, as I said, I was fucked when they weren't here yesterday: I have no idea how I'm going to wrap up four corsets in, essentially, six hours.

Looks like I'll be lacing corsets all Saturday morning.