While I did finish and fit that corset mock-up yesterday, I am left with the sad feeling I will never manage to get a good shape out of it. It's the Laughing Moon Silverado and the top is just too cylindrical. Now, that means that the panels are rather rectangular, which is what attracts me, since pattern matching can be extraordinary, but my ribs taper, so it just doesn't look good on me, no matter what size. And the gores for the bust just look funny when they are that big. AND my breasts still leak out of the sides (I suspect moving the outside gores a bit further out might help, but...). Oh well, it was a pretty thought while it lasted.
I had a most interesting dream this morning, for all it was cut short. I started out in a basic fantasy castle (thus allowing for pages running around). You must keep in mind that many of my dreams are very story-like in that I am an observer, or one of the characters acting as observer. I vividly remember walking a windowed hall with the shadows of children moving up and down, but no children. I found I understood that someone was wiping childrens' minds and that separated their shadows from them. I also understood that I only knew this because I was 'reading' a story and had some advanced notice.
Scene change: Watching a child (separated from the herd, so to speak) having a very odd converstation with a very odd, mysterious someone.
Scene change: That child is missed and it's my job to go find him.
At this point things start changing, since I am in a car, parking in the driveway of a very modern house, but there's a blacksmith set up in the front yard. It's about this time the alarm went off.
It's got some potential for a story IF a) I had any talent for writing and b) had the slightest idea how it actually ends.... That hall scene was just plain eerie - children's elongated shadows just drifting up and down the hall....
And the answers to the remaining Lyric Game songs:
3. I will be the answer at the end of the line. I will be there for you.
Answer by Sarah McLaughlin
8. We go waiting for the stars to come showering down
Stars by Erasure
17. Listen as I tell you of my innocence and trust. Of my pity for a stranger welcomed as I thought I must.
Hindsight from the Oathbound CD (Mercedes Lackey)
18. You like snow, but only if it’s warm. You like rain, but only if it's dry
Wake Up by Alanis Morrisette