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At 3h30 in the morning before the event, the dress is finished. Yo ! Except that, I didn't have the time to make a last try on to see if it was good, so I may have a awefully bad surprise tomorrow. I'm just to tired to care right now. The dress is finished, yo !

(It will go by the name of "monster dress" because the result is strange and a bit grotesque, a lot more grotesque than what was expected : I reproduce nearly exactly the dress on page 420 of Fashion of the Gilded Age volume 1, and, err... the apron part is weird, really)

ouch !

I really need a new 1880 corset... Mine is bad and too small, and my back is already aching, and I've been wearing it for less than 15 minutes.

And coughing while is corset ? OUCH ! My ribs ! My gasp of air !

Back !

It was really fun, except that my corset nearly killed me : I'm not kidding, I nearly fainted in the metro that brought me home, and I nearly puke my fabulous japanese dinner. I'm out of this torture instrument, my back is swolen, and I can't lie on it, even after having been out of the damn thing for more than 3/4 of an hour. It was the swan song for this corset, I'm asking divorce ! February (nd probably march too) will be the underwear month : new 19th corset, finish 18th stays, begin 1830 stays, and make a hadnfull of new shift for every era (I manage to lose al my shifts !).