Nobody understands why I’m so upset…
"It’s just a corset, they’re weird anyways. You’re so skinny, why do you need a corset? You should be glad."
Yes. I am thrilled that my Orchard piece is now in your TRASH CAN. Thank you, oh fashion designer/clothing alteration ‘friend’ for telling me you know all about corset alterations.
Thank you for lying.
She was supposed to add hip gores. Three gawddamn weeks later, I get back a photograph of the whole thing DEBONED, ALL STITCHING RIPPED OUT, WITH ABOUT 8 CUTS IN IT. Said cuts start at the base and go right up to the…what I’m calling piping at the top.
"I was following a google guide and it wasn’t right so I threw it out. Two weeks ago."
I only found this out because I called her to ask what the hell was taking so long. And now she refuses to refund me the money I paid for alterations, or replace the corset that she threw out.
I tried it on ONCE to figure out how much extra hip room was required.
This is why people’s houses get egged.
R.I.P my beautiful corset, I hardly knew ye.
P.S. If you know anyone who does corset alterations and is reputable and can prove said reputation with photos of their work, customer feedback, or both, please do advise. I will patiently wait as long as necessary if it is guaranteed good work.
There is nothing worse then getting all excited to get off of shift and put on your pointe shoes and dance away your shitty day, then removing your workboots to find that your feet are already bleeding.
Ah, the life of the robotic technician ballerina.
I would do some barre exercises anyway…but I don’t want
to bleed on my pointe shoes.
Oh look, I lost weight.
Oh look, I lost a LOT of weight.
*throws scale across room*
Oh look, I lost a scale.