Diary Entry
Written in an elegantly tooled black leather-bound book. Said book is held closed with a distressingly complicated-looking locking mechanism which is attached via thin metal and rubber tubing to a slim, but ominous, brass canister bound to the spine.
I’ve been chatting quite a bit, lately with The Doc. We had a conversation recently that I had thought would be about the apprenticeship, but turned out to be something else entirely. I think. She has some interesting plans, and made me quite the tempting offer. It was also an offer riddled with obstacles. So now I wait, in an agony of anticipation and with a fair expectation of dashed hopes, to see how things develop. The answer may be a painful one, but at least it will be an answer.
Things seem to be picking up at the shop again. We’ve had a number of customers coming by, which is an encouraging change of pace. I do, however, admit to being a poor salesperson; I offered someone an item as a gift, rather than tempting them into purchasing it, but he seems so very happy with it that I don’t much care.
I’ve an idea or two on the drawing table, but need to have a chat with someone before I can get properly started. It’ll feel good to really dig my tools into a new project, been a while since I put my workshop bench to proper use. Chaz has mentioned me refocusing on my lessons, and I think that might be for the best right now, even though they won't be the private and more casual lessons I've become used to.
The Outfit has been ordered! Getting poked and prodded at in the name of fashion, and then being able to return the favor a couple of evenings later is a positive delight! Chaz seems a bit concerned for my modesty, but I trust my tailor to do us right. Especially with his goggle order still pending and his sentimental attachment to his eyes.
Speaking of fashion, I’ve received an unexpected invitation that has sent me into a bit of a sartorial panic. Luckily I know just who to talk to! All I need is a quiet moment with that little card he gave me.
I’ve been chatting quite a bit, lately with The Doc. We had a conversation recently that I had thought would be about the apprenticeship, but turned out to be something else entirely. I think. She has some interesting plans, and made me quite the tempting offer. It was also an offer riddled with obstacles. So now I wait, in an agony of anticipation and with a fair expectation of dashed hopes, to see how things develop. The answer may be a painful one, but at least it will be an answer.
Things seem to be picking up at the shop again. We’ve had a number of customers coming by, which is an encouraging change of pace. I do, however, admit to being a poor salesperson; I offered someone an item as a gift, rather than tempting them into purchasing it, but he seems so very happy with it that I don’t much care.
I’ve an idea or two on the drawing table, but need to have a chat with someone before I can get properly started. It’ll feel good to really dig my tools into a new project, been a while since I put my workshop bench to proper use. Chaz has mentioned me refocusing on my lessons, and I think that might be for the best right now, even though they won't be the private and more casual lessons I've become used to.
The Outfit has been ordered! Getting poked and prodded at in the name of fashion, and then being able to return the favor a couple of evenings later is a positive delight! Chaz seems a bit concerned for my modesty, but I trust my tailor to do us right. Especially with his goggle order still pending and his sentimental attachment to his eyes.
Speaking of fashion, I’ve received an unexpected invitation that has sent me into a bit of a sartorial panic. Luckily I know just who to talk to! All I need is a quiet moment with that little card he gave me.