Dearest

Our flock has grown! But more importantly THE SILK ARRIVED! Finally darling, Euthican really needs to work on its trading and delivery skills, still…FINALLY! Gold and Bronze lamé…LAMÉ!... Oh poppet, I just can not wait to get started on my new outfit! Asanté is just going to sqee darling…Sqee!

As for the flock, well we have IffyGina and her fetish vegetable act, Howie who is totes adorable and once he is potty trained, learns to manscape or wear underclothes and stops peeing his pants he shall be made over by RAVASANTE, like I said, totes adorable poppet. There was a rhyming girl who told baldy lyrics about a guy with burners. To be honest darling I stopped paying attention, Asanté and I were talking outfits and Oh My Gosh you so need to see his. He has named it Wind Swept Shores, that man is a visionary…pure genius! Oh and there was …oh what is his name? I remember his act because he was throwing sand and water around like he was out in a paddock…no consideration darling, he almost ruined my silk and furs with his damnable fire and filth. Anyways Petal let us not get me worked up. Who else… … … Achelle of course who I thought was a riot as she tried to implicate us all in staging the demise of Stormy Sunset, it was very clever, though a little insensitive poppet…my poor outfit, my work, my vision. Though let us never forget any fashion, like Bos milk has a shelf life darling. Both compliment the body when fresh but are nothing but an eyesore and a stinky mess after but a short time.

Who else darling?

Oh who cares poppet, let’s face it Asanté and I are the stars anyway, no one remembers the prop people, fan bearers and the mounting block. Yes we need mounting blocks, how else are the audience meant to see the Sanguine Princess?

Did I mention the lamé darling….of course I did, I can’t help but lie on my back and kick my heels with excitement! And let us not forget the kid skin…oh my thigh high boots are going to be Divine! Which reminds me…I must tell IffyGina the material is…well…not vegetable, she’ll eat it or use it in her acts…carved wood? I think she will fall for it, if not I’ll distract her with a carrot or something, throw it like a twig and tell her to save it before it falls to its death. Well…I’ll get Howie to throw it…can’t sweat the lame

Tootles for now darling
xoxo

Dearest

Forgive me but I must confer the saddest news to you. Stormy Sunset has Past to the Beyond. Yes I know it’s time was nearly up anyway, one can never be seen in last season’s fashion darling, but still…it was a masterpiece and I was not yet ready to say goodbye. How did this unfortunate tragedy come about you ask? For once it was not that beastly Johns fault, no zombie slime or sending me tramping through the woods in my finest silk-spun like some overdressed inbred scion of the backwaters. No darling twas a spot of mud! The horror of such a travesty had me inconsolable for marcs on end! Naturally it was ruined beyond repair and twas Asante who being as bereft as I to see such perfection wither and die before its allotted time suggested we honor its life with a funeral.

Oh Dearest…twas a beautiful event. I spread the amaranthine colored shirt out so that the earth itself was adorned with the physical representation of the last breath of the setting sun battling the onslaught of the gathering storm. The obsidian chips gleamed with inky brilliance amongst its bed of onyx dyed filigree lace for the last time.

I must confess however, I didn’t lay down the cape…it is after all the finest handwoven cashmere and rabbit fur one could ever hope to find! Not to mention the effort it took to get the dye just right to make it resemble billowing storm clouds! Asante imperceptibly placed it in his pack when I took it off and naturally I kept the boots…one does NOT cremate the softest black dyed rabbit skin boots ever created! Plus it took me FOREVER to collect enough rabbit kit fur to adorn the tops. No…those gorgeous babies are quite safe.

And yes...I also surreptitiously passed the spider-silk scarf to Asante as well…its Payne’s grey darling…and though it blended with the cape and boots whilst contrasting the amaranthine silk to perfection, it makes a perfect accessory to almost any outfit!

I feel slightly bad that everyone there mourned and helped send off an outfit that wasn’t complete, but let us be honest darling, except for Asante, it’s not like any of them had a clue…well Zanaan might have had he been there and would have had the audacity to point out such erroneous behavior but praise to Miranda, Goddess of Fashion and Shoes Divine that he wasn’t there and such irreplaceable fashion components were able to be saved.

Should I feel bad that the fashion blind were duped? I mean I did have to cremate my amaranthine, obsidian chip silk-spun shirt not to mention the hat and pants that went with it. Wasn’t that enough of a sacrifice?!

Oh you’re impossible dearest…I just can’t talk to you anymore today. Good day!

Post Script

Did I mention I joined the Murder of Crows? It was the excitement of joining such a prestigious theater troupe that had me swoon darling, that and having the gorgeous Sanguine Princess signing me in…it was swoon or pee my pants Poppet.

I still can’t believe no-one caught me.

Where was my valiant hero when I needed him?

Post, Post Script

Do you think the reason my beloved shirt came back and attacked everyone was because it was sent off incomplete? Mayhaps by doing so I split the fashion ensemble's soul and it craves to be whole once more?

Oh Dear... ...

Let this be OUR little secret dearest. Shhhh