most things dark and historical by Holly Messinger
Tuesday, May 31, 2005
silver dinner dress c. 1880
I kept referring to it as the "blue" dress while I was sewing, but as you can see in the pictures, it's really quite silver.
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I'd be inclined to call the color silver-blue-gray. My wife Louise could correct me on that. She has quite the eye and the memory for color. I am somewhat disappointed that low comedy beat out exquisite workmanship Saturday night. Yeah,"Darth Barbie" was funny, but not that hilarious. I spoke with a fellow Sunday morning who thinks your work is worthy of CostumeCon. You may already know that it will be in Des Moines next year, just a three hour drive up I-35 instead of a thousand mile plane trip.
Shara and I were officially invited to Costume Con in Des Moines last year, by a couple of the organizers. I have some online sewing friends who went to the Con in Ogden this year--which I really would have liked to attend, given the historical significance of the area. Alas, finances would not allow it. I think Costume Con would be interesting, but I'm not sure I want to fork over any more money for purely social events. Any subsequent Cons I attend will be for schmoozing.
Schmoozing can be kinda fatiguing even for us borderline extrovert types, depending on the venue. I like a good dinner or cocktail party, get the storied social boost extroverts are supposed to get from them, can often go for hours.
But business conventions and the like, not so much. I think it's partly the very organization of such events that boils all the fun out of it for me. Never been to a sci-fi type con, but kinda suspect it would be the same sorta thing (if, I suppose, somewhat less painful, given fewer Power Point presentations).
Anyway, good to hear it went well enough. And get used to that fame thing.
AJ, were you ever in theater? Or perhaps went through rush in college? Those are the two closest comparisons I can think of to a SF con--at least the small fan-based ones. It's a frenetic, sexually-charged atmosphere, built on assumptions of pseudo-intimacy: everybody assumes everyone is their friend, and assumes everyone is on the make. Everybody is on their worst behavior. Connections are formed based on shallow impressions, and feelings are often hurt. It's very junior-high.
I'm told the pro-based cons are different. I know the World Horror Con I went to was. It was much more low-key and intellectually stimulating.
Couple years ago I started a satire about a couple of young ad executives who go to an ad convention that happens to take place in the same hotel on the same weekend as a SF Con. The fungus that infests the hotel becomes sentient and begins killing people. Sadly, I never finished it.
Oh, we happened to watch "The Aviator" this weekend, and my husband has been calling me Howard Hughes ever since, in re: my aversion to fame and crowds and having my routine disrupted. I have no idea what he's talking about.
Couple years ago I started a satire about a couple of young ad executives who go to an ad convention that happens to take place in the same hotel on the same weekend as a SF Con. The fungus that infests the hotel becomes sentient and begins killing people...
Heee heee... As I have had to attend the odd sales/marketing thing (pretty much at gunpoint), I think I'd have liked that bit.
Sound like an incredibly scary scene. No on rushes, mostly no on theatre (bitta pit band work), but your description was most evocative. I think I get the picture. Yikes.
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I'd be inclined to call the color silver-blue-gray. My wife Louise could correct me on that. She has quite the eye and the memory for color.
I am somewhat disappointed that low comedy beat out exquisite workmanship Saturday night. Yeah,"Darth Barbie" was funny, but not that hilarious.
I spoke with a fellow Sunday morning who thinks your work is worthy of CostumeCon. You may already know that it will be in Des Moines next year, just a three hour drive up I-35 instead of a thousand mile plane trip.
Scotius
As for music that may have been appropriate, what comes to mind is "After the Ball," "Sidewalks of New York," or "Daisy, Daisy."
Scotius
Shara and I were officially invited to Costume Con in Des Moines last year, by a couple of the organizers. I have some online sewing friends who went to the Con in Ogden this year--which I really would have liked to attend, given the historical significance of the area. Alas, finances would not allow it. I think Costume Con would be interesting, but I'm not sure I want to fork over any more money for purely social events. Any subsequent Cons I attend will be for schmoozing.
Amen to that. Those of us who care about you are interested in furthering your writing career.
Scotius
Purty.
Schmoozing can be kinda fatiguing even for us borderline extrovert types, depending on the venue. I like a good dinner or cocktail party, get the storied social boost extroverts are supposed to get from them, can often go for hours.
But business conventions and the like, not so much. I think it's partly the very organization of such events that boils all the fun out of it for me. Never been to a sci-fi type con, but kinda suspect it would be the same sorta thing (if, I suppose, somewhat less painful, given fewer Power Point presentations).
Anyway, good to hear it went well enough. And get used to that fame thing.
AJ, were you ever in theater? Or perhaps went through rush in college? Those are the two closest comparisons I can think of to a SF con--at least the small fan-based ones. It's a frenetic, sexually-charged atmosphere, built on assumptions of pseudo-intimacy: everybody assumes everyone is their friend, and assumes everyone is on the make. Everybody is on their worst behavior. Connections are formed based on shallow impressions, and feelings are often hurt. It's very junior-high.
I'm told the pro-based cons are different. I know the World Horror Con I went to was. It was much more low-key and intellectually stimulating.
Couple years ago I started a satire about a couple of young ad executives who go to an ad convention that happens to take place in the same hotel on the same weekend as a SF Con. The fungus that infests the hotel becomes sentient and begins killing people. Sadly, I never finished it.
Oh, we happened to watch "The Aviator" this weekend, and my husband has been calling me Howard Hughes ever since, in re: my aversion to fame and crowds and having my routine disrupted. I have no idea what he's talking about.
Couple years ago I started a satire about a couple of young ad executives who go to an ad convention that happens to take place in the same hotel on the same weekend as a SF Con. The fungus that infests the hotel becomes sentient and begins killing people...
Heee heee... As I have had to attend the odd sales/marketing thing (pretty much at gunpoint), I think I'd have liked that bit.
Sound like an incredibly scary scene. No on rushes, mostly no on theatre (bitta pit band work), but your description was most evocative. I think I get the picture. Yikes.
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