Deck the Halls

with stress balls and vodka....falalalala lala la la

The shop is pretty much living and breathing Christmas Carol these days. We're looking at overtime for three straight weeks and still feels as though we are barely keeping afloat.

Calloused fingers, rushed fittings, sneaked cigarette and coffee breaks throughout the staff...but spirits remain high. And what is in process looks completely amazing.

Christmas Past glows. The Crachits are worn, patched and darned within an inch of their life. Marley can quickly and easily don his chains without performing a contortionist's act. The Victorian school boys all have their brand new blue caps. And the Fezziwigs are slowly approaching the right level of gaudy cheerfulness.

No one really believes everything will be done by first dress...but we are cautiously optimistic that some opening we can breathe a sigh of relief.

And somehow, I still manage time for classes. The sewing expo comes through this weekend, and despite the insane workload, the theatre is accommodating my request to play hooky in the morning to attend a few surface design workshops. Which of course means much later nights and very long days as I make up the hours in the evening, but it should certainly be worth it.