Silver Silk.
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ysobelleThis is what I posted on the Wench board:
So we had a kickass weekend in the shop at faire. Sold everything that wasn't nailed, glued, or bolted. I'm pretty jazzed about that. We went out for dinner afterwards, then I headed home to Philly to stop at my folks' house, get my puppy, and go home and crash.
I get to the 'rents, pull up on the corner in front of their house, leave the flashers on, and go in. Despite my warning them they'd have to watch Clue so she didn't tear the bandage on her foot where she, in an effort to outdo her mommy, had to one-up me with FIVE stitches last week, find she's not only ripped the bandage, but torn out two of her stitches. While I'm attepting to not kill my folks and not kill my dog, my mom suddenly says, "Is that your car alarm?"
Sure enough, I race downstairs to find someone's popped the window on my Civic, and stolen not only my cell phone and the credit card machine for my shop, but my faire bag with all my costuming in it, including my custom Wench Guild mug, my custom sterling silver "Ysobelle" rose dagger, my belts, my skirt & chemise, and my first-ever corset WITH ALL MY GUILD PINS. INCLUDING MY BRONZE WENCH GUILD PIN.
I'm NOT happy. No, not happy at all.
My renter's insurance will cover some of this, but I'm not sure how much. My agent warns me that my limit on "work-related" items is $250. He thinks my costume may, since I work faire, fall into that category. Send happy thoughts, ladies.
Relatedly, if you ever gave me one of your favours, oh, please do send me one again. And if I had your number, please email it to me so I can reprogram you once I get a new phone.
One bright note: I asked the nice police officer if I could, should the dagger and thief be found, use said dagger to separate said thief from his genitalia. "It's a very nice dagger, and I just ate with it today, so it needs to be cleaned anyway. May I?"
He seemed quite amenable.
And this is the email I sent out to everyone whose email I could find, though I know I missed several people. If you're one of those I missed, please send me your info!
So. Once upon a time, I had a bazillion phone numbers in my cell phone. I mean, stupid amounts of numbers. The kind of phone book that makes you think, in those ide moments while staring at J. Lo and Ben in the supermarket checkout, "Man, it'd suck if I lost my cell phone. I wouldn't know how to contact anyone." So I didn't lose it.
Some cheap bastard broke into my car and stole it last night.
Along with my weekend bag containing my entire faire ensemble. Including a silver dagger which, the nice policeman assured me, I could use to dismember delicate bits of the perpetrator should he and my dagger be found.
Anyway, I would be most pleased if you could email me your shiny, sparkly phone numbers: work, home, cell, country chateau, you name it. And actually, if you do have a country chateau, I could REALLY use a vacation.
So now I have a new corset pattern for me drafted. I think I'll use my silver silk, which wasn't already spoken for. It'll be a five-lacing, and I'm using green organza ribbons and black loops. In my head, I mean. At this particular moment. I'm not that much of a fabric whore, but at least I have enough to give me some choices without having to run out frantically and shop. And I've just checked, and do indeed have enough interlining and lining on hand to do it. I'll need to buy more lacing loops after this, though.
I did want a new corset, but not like this. Thank G-d I made a copy of the pattern from my corset years ago "just in case." I do them so differently now, but it was nice to have the comparison. ("This is how wide the top of my old stomacher was, so....") I also have my red corset, but I've never been terribly happy with that one. I just wish I weren't so achy, and so fucking tired.
Bless The Blond for calling Jay and Sprint for me even while I was till on the street with the cops. And for untying my boots when I got home. And thank G-d I was WEARING my boots! I would NEVER have been able to replace them or do without them this weekend. Yay for the nice customer service guy at Sprint who gave me a $100 credit since they "don't want to lose me as a customer." (Relatedly, yay for the new law in effect in November that says I can take my number with me when I go!) Yay for Raheem at the Sprint store who was very nice to me and directed me to www.3gupload.com. Yay for my new phone, which now rings with "Fascination Street" by The Cure-- so if I take forever to answer my phone, it's cos I'm singing along. Yay for Dani being so beautiful at her wedding, and yay for Sati sewing on those damned clasps and skirt hooks. Yay for Leah being the sick chick she is. Yay for having a week left at faire to get new belts and hairsticks from the appropriate vendors-- or at least receipts for my insurance company. And last update from the thank-jebus front, thank the fucking Lord I'm talking to L again, so I can replace all my Guild pins and remake my Rose Dagger.
I just wish sentimental value were so easy to replace.
So we had a kickass weekend in the shop at faire. Sold everything that wasn't nailed, glued, or bolted. I'm pretty jazzed about that. We went out for dinner afterwards, then I headed home to Philly to stop at my folks' house, get my puppy, and go home and crash.
I get to the 'rents, pull up on the corner in front of their house, leave the flashers on, and go in. Despite my warning them they'd have to watch Clue so she didn't tear the bandage on her foot where she, in an effort to outdo her mommy, had to one-up me with FIVE stitches last week, find she's not only ripped the bandage, but torn out two of her stitches. While I'm attepting to not kill my folks and not kill my dog, my mom suddenly says, "Is that your car alarm?"
Sure enough, I race downstairs to find someone's popped the window on my Civic, and stolen not only my cell phone and the credit card machine for my shop, but my faire bag with all my costuming in it, including my custom Wench Guild mug, my custom sterling silver "Ysobelle" rose dagger, my belts, my skirt & chemise, and my first-ever corset WITH ALL MY GUILD PINS. INCLUDING MY BRONZE WENCH GUILD PIN.
I'm NOT happy. No, not happy at all.
My renter's insurance will cover some of this, but I'm not sure how much. My agent warns me that my limit on "work-related" items is $250. He thinks my costume may, since I work faire, fall into that category. Send happy thoughts, ladies.
Relatedly, if you ever gave me one of your favours, oh, please do send me one again. And if I had your number, please email it to me so I can reprogram you once I get a new phone.
One bright note: I asked the nice police officer if I could, should the dagger and thief be found, use said dagger to separate said thief from his genitalia. "It's a very nice dagger, and I just ate with it today, so it needs to be cleaned anyway. May I?"
He seemed quite amenable.
And this is the email I sent out to everyone whose email I could find, though I know I missed several people. If you're one of those I missed, please send me your info!
So. Once upon a time, I had a bazillion phone numbers in my cell phone. I mean, stupid amounts of numbers. The kind of phone book that makes you think, in those ide moments while staring at J. Lo and Ben in the supermarket checkout, "Man, it'd suck if I lost my cell phone. I wouldn't know how to contact anyone." So I didn't lose it.
Some cheap bastard broke into my car and stole it last night.
Along with my weekend bag containing my entire faire ensemble. Including a silver dagger which, the nice policeman assured me, I could use to dismember delicate bits of the perpetrator should he and my dagger be found.
Anyway, I would be most pleased if you could email me your shiny, sparkly phone numbers: work, home, cell, country chateau, you name it. And actually, if you do have a country chateau, I could REALLY use a vacation.
So now I have a new corset pattern for me drafted. I think I'll use my silver silk, which wasn't already spoken for. It'll be a five-lacing, and I'm using green organza ribbons and black loops. In my head, I mean. At this particular moment. I'm not that much of a fabric whore, but at least I have enough to give me some choices without having to run out frantically and shop. And I've just checked, and do indeed have enough interlining and lining on hand to do it. I'll need to buy more lacing loops after this, though.
I did want a new corset, but not like this. Thank G-d I made a copy of the pattern from my corset years ago "just in case." I do them so differently now, but it was nice to have the comparison. ("This is how wide the top of my old stomacher was, so....") I also have my red corset, but I've never been terribly happy with that one. I just wish I weren't so achy, and so fucking tired.
Bless The Blond for calling Jay and Sprint for me even while I was till on the street with the cops. And for untying my boots when I got home. And thank G-d I was WEARING my boots! I would NEVER have been able to replace them or do without them this weekend. Yay for the nice customer service guy at Sprint who gave me a $100 credit since they "don't want to lose me as a customer." (Relatedly, yay for the new law in effect in November that says I can take my number with me when I go!) Yay for Raheem at the Sprint store who was very nice to me and directed me to www.3gupload.com. Yay for my new phone, which now rings with "Fascination Street" by The Cure-- so if I take forever to answer my phone, it's cos I'm singing along. Yay for Dani being so beautiful at her wedding, and yay for Sati sewing on those damned clasps and skirt hooks. Yay for Leah being the sick chick she is. Yay for having a week left at faire to get new belts and hairsticks from the appropriate vendors-- or at least receipts for my insurance company. And last update from the thank-jebus front, thank the fucking Lord I'm talking to L again, so I can replace all my Guild pins and remake my Rose Dagger.
I just wish sentimental value were so easy to replace.
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Date: 2003-10-22 06:45 pm (UTC)Sorry honey.
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Date: 2003-10-22 09:10 pm (UTC)That blows major donkey ass, darlin'.
I hope they catch the perp and get your stuff back, but unfortunately the liklihood is pretty slim. What sucks most of all is that the majority of that stuff simply dosen't have any "street" monetary value--once he figures it out, he'll likely just trash it.
Bleah.
Sending happy retrival vibes your way.
On a happy note, the new corset sounds stunning. ;)
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Date: 2003-10-22 11:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-10-23 01:48 am (UTC)It'll hurt more. ;)
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Date: 2003-10-23 02:13 am (UTC)Crime is one of the reasons I'm not sad I left the City of Brotherly Thugs. I never had any of my things stolen or been ripped off except when I lived there.
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Date: 2003-10-23 04:29 am (UTC)Didn't you JUST lose-and-find that guild pin last summer?
Perhaps it will find its way home again. :)
On a COMPLETELY unrelated note, I'm thinking Baltimore might make a nice East-Coast-Taft, hmm? Or maybe it's just wishful thinking... but chances of me driving to Ohio just sank to a nearly-immeasurable level. ;)
Awww!
Date: 2003-10-24 10:46 am (UTC)It's a quarter to seven, my new corset's almost done, and I'm off to bed.
Bring on the Baltimore Taft!