New old dresses, old old dresses
On the subject of cutwork, I spotted a moth in the bedroom and immediately went into full MOTH PANIC mode. (I am to moths as McCarthy was to Communists...) This meant checking all my Zensect balls were in place and still orange (they go white when they're no longer working), putting more Zensect balls and other moth killers around the place, and checking over things that don't get fully looked at too often, such as the trunk with some of my well-loved but far too small 1990s garments. Amid the crushed velvet and other relics of my gothspent youth was the dress I wore to a university ball in 1997. I think it's from the 1970s, but it's 70s-does-Edwardian, and it's got cutwork from hem to waist, and up the sleeves. The embroidery reminds me of zardosi and resham work, so I wonder if it was made in India. Every time I see this dress the workmanship astonishes me. There's a damaged area near the hem, and I keep meaning to get some organza or similar light fabric to support it. It's still lovely, though.
Finally, I have a little news on the burlesque front. I'm not going to be dancing in the troupe dance... because I'm going to do a solo dance! Yes, I'm actually going to be doing a proper performance, as long as I can develop a routine and polish it to Dulcie's satisfaction. (She won't let anyone on stage who's likely to embarrass themself and, by extension, her. She's serious about burlesque, hence has trained a number of people who now dance on stage regularly.) I am so excited about this. I'd hoped to be good enough for the troupe dance, but to be able to go it alone... the excitement! I will talk more about this as the time approaches. No spoilers for now.