Black Dog
Realized Something Was Not Right when I started crying at work. Granted that work is severely dysfunctional: I usually handle it with a lot more detachment. Spent the rest of the day in full-blown depressive mode: unproductive at best.
Arrived: Simply Stunning, catalog from a Pre-Raphaelite dress exhibit. Looks good, though not as many pictures of extant garments as I’d have liked; cost the earth. I’m sure I’ll be excited about it as soon as I’m capable of excitement again.
Tuesday night was Lyondemere Council, rather lightly attended. Discussed KWAR, the Company of Clothiers schedule and the Ball; got a lot of beading done.