I got in!!
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*cough*
Yeah. Conditional, need a pass to get my place. Which hopefully won't be too hard.
Thank you to everyone who sent me luck!! Definitely wouldn't have got in without it :)
Except now, because my dresses are too 'basic' (hello, did she not notice the broken arm for 5 weeks? What did she fucking expect?! A fucking ball room gown that shot rockets out the bodice?! (Can you tell I'm tired?)) so I have to cover one in various sized bows, made by me, have a photoshoot (sometime between now and Tuesday) and finish all my sketchbooks.
Kill me? Please?