#the antique black lace motherlode I'd just hit at a flea market the week before the fire

[marzipanandminutiae]

The danger is over and everyone is safe, you're allowed to grieve the part of your life you lost. They're just "things" but they're things you had because you loved them, made with your own hands because you felt it was worth it to create and bring you joy in its existence. Every piece you lost is a part of a life you put together for yourself. It's a testament to your existence as the unique individual you are. You don't have to apologize for mourning them

Thank you.

I just. I can begin again, and I will. I'm even a relatively quick seamstress, when properly motivated. It feels like such a herculean task, though, especially for things that can't be gotten easily or cheaply again- colorful silks the discount fabric store no longer carries, my stash of antique and specialty reproduction trims, certain buttons or accessories...

I feel like I'm staring up a mountain I have to somehow climb all over again, after reaching a peak and then falling back to the bottom

#ask #anon #just remembered my stash of garment-weight black wool #haven't seen that at the fabric store in ages #and the blood-red silk I'd just made a ball gown out of for my birthday in April #after socking it away for 6 years in expectation of the Perfect Project #I was going to make a day bodice to go with the skirt #the antique black lace motherlode I'd just hit at a flea market the week before the fire #I was planning to put sheer sleeves on my summer tops for better sun protection without sunscreen. fill in some too-low necklines #round and elliptical hoop skirts.wired bustle petticoat. bustle pad. corsets like I mentioned- two different Victorian + Regency stays #it's just. it's all so much. and it's either destroyed or rendered unsalvageable. or lost in the detritus under my old bed #or in a collapsed closet that can't be shifted to free the garments underneath