Go me, yet again.
Aug. 18th, 2006 03:18 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ysobelleI managed to get most of a corset done today. I'm rather impressed. Drafted the pattern, transferred and cut it, then cut all three layers of it, and pinned them. Including the patterned stomacher. To be properly impressed, you must understand that I usually work at a glacial pace-- something I've been working on.
Though, I suppose, being able to do a corset in a day or so is actually pretty good. Which reminds me: I got my first dumb cow of a snotty customer this weekend. She actually had the audacity to walk up to my booth, finger my wares, so to speak, and remark, "It always amazes me how much you can get for one of these."
I looked up from the pattern I was drafting. "Pardon me?"
"Well, what, it takes, oh, thirty dollars' worth of material? Forty if you're using a busk. I make my own corsets." She gestured at her teenage daughter, "She made her first one yesterday."
I blinked, and raised an eyebrow. "And how much are you charging for your labour?"
"Oh, I don't sell them."
"Well, then."
Good grief, woman. What an unutterably stupid thing to say. What did you expect me to say in return? "Oh, I'm terribly sorry. You're right. Here! Have one for $40! I'll be your slave! Sure! I don't need to eat. I don't need gas. Heck, I don't even need this booth!"
Sigh.
Though, I suppose, being able to do a corset in a day or so is actually pretty good. Which reminds me: I got my first dumb cow of a snotty customer this weekend. She actually had the audacity to walk up to my booth, finger my wares, so to speak, and remark, "It always amazes me how much you can get for one of these."
I looked up from the pattern I was drafting. "Pardon me?"
"Well, what, it takes, oh, thirty dollars' worth of material? Forty if you're using a busk. I make my own corsets." She gestured at her teenage daughter, "She made her first one yesterday."
I blinked, and raised an eyebrow. "And how much are you charging for your labour?"
"Oh, I don't sell them."
"Well, then."
Good grief, woman. What an unutterably stupid thing to say. What did you expect me to say in return? "Oh, I'm terribly sorry. You're right. Here! Have one for $40! I'll be your slave! Sure! I don't need to eat. I don't need gas. Heck, I don't even need this booth!"
Sigh.