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Timestamp: 16th of Autumn, 513AV
Rather than spread the project out over several days, Rosela resolved to leave it for her next day off. The Sanctuary Project, as she'd dubbed it in her mind, had nearly consumed her thoughts, and she found it difficult to work on anything else. She couldn't work on it during work hours, however, where every customer who walked in would see it. Kavala Denusk had paid for secrecy, and she would get it.
Pulling out the scrap paper she'd used on Kavala's visit, which already contained the price ladder and sketch of the sleeve stone pattern, she boxed off a section of the bottom for a supply list. Some of it she had, some she would need to run out for. There were the beads, of which she had enough for a single robe; the extra strength bead thread, which she needed to not only figure out, but buy as well; the leather itself, which would need to be bought in stupendous bulk in order to make sure it was all the same color; and the silk lining, which she already had. She'd planned on using the midnight blue; it was too winter a color to be popularly used, and on top of that, silk didn't typically sell well in the winter months.
She didn't want her planning time to be too idle, so she pulled over a large bundle of pinned fabric that would eventually become a dress. Staring at the supply list, she absently lay the fabric across her lap and found the edge. Her hands threaded the needle automatically and began her backstitches with minimal effort.
She'd already put in a special order for the leather, and had been told it would be ready that day. Loads of Leather had been shocked at the amount she wanted, but her lie, that she wanted all the black leather of her shop to be a uniform color, had passed over well. It was an interesting thought even as truth - buying in bulk to avoid the inevitable variations in dying.
In and out the needle passed, two hands holding the fabric taut and two hands passing the needle back and forth through it. She pushed it in one side, pulled the thread through, pushed it back in the other side, pulled though again, moved down for the next stitch, and repeated.
The beads themselves would require no effort other than the painstaking task of sorting sizes. The bigger stones would go on the bottom, and the smallest would go at the top. When she requested more, it would be more convenient if she could get them pre-sorted into different bags of sizes.
She was nearing the end of her thread already, and she diverted her attention to quickly finishing up the backstitches and knotting it off. Another thread was knotted onto the needle and she resumed the stitching.
There was another material, which inserted itself into her mind like walking out the door without eyeliner. Batting. Would the robes be of pure leather and silk, as Kavala had implied, or use some batting material between the layers? The robes shouldn't be too warm, so any potential batting would have to be minimal. She didn't have enough of her thin batting to do twenty robes, but it was easy enough to get ahold of. However, should she use it at all? In the 'for' category, it would make the robes a little more substantial and on the inside, would hide the leather seams and the knots behind the silk. In the 'against' category, Kavala hadn't asked for it and...that was it. It wouldn't raise the price at all, and if she didn't want it, the stuff would be easy to remove with some careful stitch breaking along the lining.
The end opposite end of the dress was reached, and rather than start pinning up the hem, she folded it up, and put it away. It was time to start the real work for the day.
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Timestamp: 16th of Autumn, 513AV
Rather than spread the project out over several days, Rosela resolved to leave it for her next day off. The Sanctuary Project, as she'd dubbed it in her mind, had nearly consumed her thoughts, and she found it difficult to work on anything else. She couldn't work on it during work hours, however, where every customer who walked in would see it. Kavala Denusk had paid for secrecy, and she would get it.
Pulling out the scrap paper she'd used on Kavala's visit, which already contained the price ladder and sketch of the sleeve stone pattern, she boxed off a section of the bottom for a supply list. Some of it she had, some she would need to run out for. There were the beads, of which she had enough for a single robe; the extra strength bead thread, which she needed to not only figure out, but buy as well; the leather itself, which would need to be bought in stupendous bulk in order to make sure it was all the same color; and the silk lining, which she already had. She'd planned on using the midnight blue; it was too winter a color to be popularly used, and on top of that, silk didn't typically sell well in the winter months.
She didn't want her planning time to be too idle, so she pulled over a large bundle of pinned fabric that would eventually become a dress. Staring at the supply list, she absently lay the fabric across her lap and found the edge. Her hands threaded the needle automatically and began her backstitches with minimal effort.
She'd already put in a special order for the leather, and had been told it would be ready that day. Loads of Leather had been shocked at the amount she wanted, but her lie, that she wanted all the black leather of her shop to be a uniform color, had passed over well. It was an interesting thought even as truth - buying in bulk to avoid the inevitable variations in dying.
In and out the needle passed, two hands holding the fabric taut and two hands passing the needle back and forth through it. She pushed it in one side, pulled the thread through, pushed it back in the other side, pulled though again, moved down for the next stitch, and repeated.
The beads themselves would require no effort other than the painstaking task of sorting sizes. The bigger stones would go on the bottom, and the smallest would go at the top. When she requested more, it would be more convenient if she could get them pre-sorted into different bags of sizes.
She was nearing the end of her thread already, and she diverted her attention to quickly finishing up the backstitches and knotting it off. Another thread was knotted onto the needle and she resumed the stitching.
There was another material, which inserted itself into her mind like walking out the door without eyeliner. Batting. Would the robes be of pure leather and silk, as Kavala had implied, or use some batting material between the layers? The robes shouldn't be too warm, so any potential batting would have to be minimal. She didn't have enough of her thin batting to do twenty robes, but it was easy enough to get ahold of. However, should she use it at all? In the 'for' category, it would make the robes a little more substantial and on the inside, would hide the leather seams and the knots behind the silk. In the 'against' category, Kavala hadn't asked for it and...that was it. It wouldn't raise the price at all, and if she didn't want it, the stuff would be easy to remove with some careful stitch breaking along the lining.
The end opposite end of the dress was reached, and rather than start pinning up the hem, she folded it up, and put it away. It was time to start the real work for the day.
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