How to make custom lace appliques – the “Frankenlace” method
A lot of people asked for more info on how I made the appliques that decorate the bottom of Zelda’s gown. Here’s my tutorial for the whole process! This method can be used to make all kinds of applique shapes and designs if you get creative with it.
These lace appliques are made out of other lace – hence the nickname. To get started, you’ll need to collect a few lace trims to use as raw material. Look for styles that are similar or complement each other, because you’ll be combining them. This is some, but not all, of the trims I used. I bought these in the LA fabric district, but most are available at trimexpoonline.com.
Cut your lace down into smaller pieces that are more modular. Don’t cut up ALL your lace – this is just an experimentation stage, to practice rearranging the design.
Using a template of your desired shape (I made mine digitally, but you can hand draw one too) practice arranging your pieces until you find a design that suits your needs. This is not my final design in the picture – I went through several versions before I was totally happy with how it looked. You might discover that you need more lace, which is why planning and experimentation are so important. When you’re satisfied with how it looks, it’s time to start putting it all together.
You’ll need an embroidery hoop large enough to cover your whole template, plus some netting that is as close to transparent as you can find. Most generic tulle is NOT fine enough to do well with this technique – the holes are too large and the tulle stretches too much when handled. Look for netting that does not stretch or fray, if possible. Put some netting in your embroidery hoop, tightening the surface like a drum. I taped my template to a small sheet of masonite to give myself a portable work surface. I also ended up using clamps to hold the embroidery hoop to the masonite, but forgot to get a picture. This is optional, but really helps the design from shifting too much as you work.
Tools for the next step: fabric glue (other brands work too), a small paintbrush, and a water cup. I watered my glue down a little to make it easier to spread with the paintbrush. Be careful not to add TOO much water, or your glue will be too thin, not grip well, and take a long time to dry.
Working in small sections, begin gluing your lace pieces onto the netting. Start at the center and work outward, if possible. Continue until all your lace pieces are glued onto the netting.
Here’s what mine looked like with all the lace attached! At this point, I flipped the embroidery hoop over and applied a second coat of glue over the entire back of the work. The netting is so thin that you can continue to apply more glue from the backside to get a more secure grip.
Optional: add rhinestones to taste. I used E6000 for this step. Not every applique requires rhinestones, but in this case I wanted Zelda to sparkle as much as possible.
Repeat to create as many appliques as you need! Zelda has 8 along the bottom of her dress. Here’s part of my assembly line.
When you’re ready to attach the applique to your fashion fabric, trim away some of the netting along the outside, but leave any “interior” portions that help stabilize the design. I simply glued my appliques onto the silk, but I later went back and hand-stitched them down for a more secure hold. After they are properly attached to your fabric, you can VERY CAREFULLY trim away the “interior” pockets of plain netting using small scissors.
The final look of my gown, after all the appliques and trim were attached.
This method is very time consuming and requires a lot of patience and concentration – but I just love the results! I wanted to achieve the look of professionally-made applique, but without access to industrial equipment, this was the next best thing I could come up with.
The white-on-white effect is subtle, but matches the look I was going for. Photo by Vontography.
I hope this is helpful to some of you in your own costume projects. Let me know if you have any questions, and good luck!
Well, since your response was so overwhelming, here’s part 2! Many many thanks to @diversemediums for helping me think things through! She and I are both excited to see what happens next. I can’t remember the last time when I had absolutely no idea what was coming on next in a story. Thanks for enjoying part one so much!
Claire didn’t go home with Geillis that night, unsure about what had happened with that strange psychic man.
“Claire please! You have to tell me everything!”
“There’s nothing to tell! He read my tea leaves, read a little from my palms and told me to come back.”
“Then why won’t you come home? Afraid I’ll pester you until you crack?”
Smiling, Claire rolled her eyes.
“Well you’re likely to do that anyway. But no. I’ve got a date with Frank tonight.”
“Oh,” Geillis said flatly. “You’ll be spending the night with him, then?”
“Yes. Unlike you, I prefer my love making to be private.”
Geillis gave her a coy smile.
“I can’t help it if I’m a passionate lover.”
“My only wish is that your ‘passion’ would be a little more quiet. I’m just going to change and then meet up with him for lunch between his classes.”
“Fine, fine. I’ll get the details out of you later.”
As they headed back toward their apartment, Claire realized she hadn’t gotten the number for the place or made an official appointment to return. No matter. She’d just come back when she had time.
Her lunch with Frank was normal, same as always. He talked about his classes, his problem students, how many he thought would pass his exams. She told him about the film she and Geillis had watched the night before. For some odd reason, she couldn’t bring herself to tell him about her strange experience with the mysterious Jamie Fraser.
She made dinner for them both in his apartment, ready and on the table when he arrived. They ate and made plans to go see a new museum exhibit the next week. A life with him would be comfortable, uneventful, and she would want for nothing. He would provide a good home and be a good father.
The palm of her hand tingled where Jamie had touched her and she thought about his words.
As if you’ve a big choice to make. Neither will lead to destruction, but one is clearly the better of the other.
Looking up from her own hand, she saw Frank waiting for an answer.
“I’m sorry, what was that?”
“Are you ready for bed?”
“Oh, yes. I’m sorry, I completely zoned out for a moment.”
She followed him back to his bedroom where they made love the same way they always did. It wasn’t bad, but neither was it as amazing as Geillis always made it sound.
When she finally drifted asleep, she had the strangest dreams. The air around her smelled different, everything seemed younger, fresher.
She was walking, barefoot, through the wet grass. It was raining, but that wasn’t surprising for her. She was searching for something. No, for someone. He promised he’d meet her here, that he wouldn’t make her wait a moment longer.
“Christ, ye look like a wee Faerie, running about through the grass like that. Come here to me, Sassenach.”
“You’re late,” she said, turning to the familiar voice.
Turning around, she searched for his eyes, but her gaze couldn’t move from his lips.
“I was here on time, as I promised. But I didna want to interrupt ye.”
“Please, it’s been long enough!”
Large hands moved over her body in a way that only a lover would do. She felt him untie the laces at the back of her gown.
“It’s been two whole days, a nighean. Surely ye canna be that desperate.”
Her fingers found the sturdy folds of his kilt and began to tug them up. Finally, her gown loostened and she wriggled out of it, standing before him in only her thin shift.
“Closer to three, and yes I can. You’ve rather a voracious appetite, my lad, and I’ve gotten used to it.”
“It’s that good then, is it?”
“You know it is, you Scottish bastard.”
He had several days of stubble on his chin as he bent and kissed her. But oh! How she’d missed this mouth! Rough hands ran over her back and down to her buttocks, where he squeezed and let out a sigh.
“Roundest arse I’ve ever had the pleasure to see. And fondle.”
“I’m really not concerned with the fondling of my arse at the moment, good sir.”
“Fair point, my lady.”
While he worked on the ties of his shirt, she pulled his belt free and shook his kilt out on the ground. While this wouldn’t be the first time they’d made love out of doors, she wasn’t fond of the debris that got stuck on her everywhere.
God the smell of him, the feel of his toned body beneath her hands, the taste of his tongue probing inside her mouth. It was all too much. She shrugged out of her shift and lay down on his kilt, watching as he admired her naked body.
“Have I told ye lately, mo chridhe,” he whispered, speckling her skin with kisses as he made his way up to her lips. “How much I love ye?”
“Not in the last hour, no.”
“I love you,” he kissed beneath her left breast. “I love you.” A kiss beneath her right. “I love you.” A kiss right between them.
Taking fistfuls of his bright red hair in both her hands, she pulled his mouth up to her own.
“Come show me how much, my beloved husband.”
Then two blue eyes locked with her own. Eyes she’d seen before. The color seemed to be shifting through every shade of blue in existence.
“MINE,” growled his voice, thick with lust. “You are mine alone! Mine forever! I’ll no’ give ye up to another! No’ now, no’ ever!”
“Yes!” she screamed back at him, digging her fingers into whatever flesh she could find.
Her body was trembling beneath him, though not from cold. Both of her legs struggled to lock around him, her hips lifting to meet his thrusts. God she didn’t want this to ever end.
“Look at me, Claire!”
Forcing her eyes open, she met his gaze.
“Promise me. Promise me that we’ll always find each other. In this life and the next.”
“I swear it. I’m yours, forever and always Jamie. I love you.”
Claire shot up in bed, panting and sweating. Her body shook in a way it had never done before. Her breasts ached and there was a heavy dampness between her legs that hadn’t been there before.
Trying not to wake Frank, she got up and went to splash water on her face. Staring at herself in the mirror, she ran hands through her hair.
“What the hell was that, Beauchamp?”
Jamie tossed and turned, restless. In all his reading through his journals, he’d gleaned no further information on Miss Beauchamp.
Then all at once, he knew he’d fallen asleep. This wasn’t a normal dream, but the first vision he’d had in years.
He watched her wander through the field, stalking her as a wolf did a rabbit. But he would have her in his arms soon enough.
And then he had her, in his arms, smelling like the wet earth and that heady scent of her arousal. He couldn’t undress her fast enough, couldn’t feel her bare skin soon enough. Nearly three days, sleeping alone. Far, far too long.
Then he was above her, staring down into those inhumanly golden eyes, her breasts rubbing slightly against his chest as she panted.
“I love you,” he whispered against the skin of her chest.
“Come show me how much, beloved husband.”
Husband. They’d been married a month ago in secret. No one knew they had. He’d given her a silver ring and the key to his estate, along with his heart and virginity. But she kept them hidden.
He’d felt the ring sewen into one of her pockets, always with her. He had no idea what she’d done with the key. It didn’t matter. They belonged to each other and no one else. Soon enough, he’d get her with child and no one could separate them.
White hot pain pricked over his body where she clawed and drew blood.
“MINE,” he growled into her ear, resisting the urge to bite ite. “You are mine alone! Mine forever! I’ll no’ give ye up to another! No’ now, no’ ever!”
Hearing her say that, while her hips lifted to meet his, gave him a primal pleasure he didn’t understand. Her body jerked as he felt himself prepare for release. His howl started low and guttural, growing in volume until-
Throwing the sheets off, he swung his legs over one side of his bed and put his hands on his knees. It took him several minutes to catch his breath and keep his hands from shaking. Christ he’d forgotten how intensely real these visions could be.
Visions of things he’d never experienced were the worst. Having never lain with a woman, he could only assume it would feel like that.
“Holy God,” he muttered to himself, running a hand over his head. “What just happened, Fraser? Get yourself together, man.”
Missing his longer hair, he took another breath and reached for the empty dream journal he kept beside his bed. For now he would jot down the notes and quick sketches quickly. Later, after he’d had time to study the vision, he’d write it down properly in the big book, sketch things out and take his time about it.
Wondering when he would see Miss Beauchamp again, he decided to take a shower and not dwell on his vision; or how he could still taste her in his mouth, or feel her breasts beneath his hands. Christ he could still feel her nipples between his teeth, feel her trembling, smell the intensity of her want for him. Perhaps it would be a cold shower.
AN: Hi! It’s been awhile, so I hope this (rather long) drabble makes up for it a bit. I wrote it instead of working on my WIPs… (I do feel rather guilty about that). Anyway, it’s a Sherlolly Medieval-ish AU that has all the makings of a cheesy romance plot…I have no regrets.
The entire kingdom was abuzz with excitement as the morning of the royal wedding dawned. Bakers and chefs were rushing about preparing the food for the enormous celebration feast and seamstresses and tailors were rushing to put the final touches on gowns and shirttails alike.
The castle servants were rushing about putting the final touches on the decorations and making sure each room was prepared for their guests.
Even the king and queen were a bit manic in their excitement, trying to oversee it all while welcoming their once-enemy kingdom’s royal family. Soon to be intertwined by their children’s union.
Yes, everyone was looking forward to the wedding.
Except, as it happens, the bride-to-be.
The princess leaned out her window and looked down upon the crowd below as the unfamiliar black carriages bearing the insignia of her future husband’s royal crest rolled inside the gates.
Her stomach roiled in fear and despair and she grasped tightly the ring that hung on a silver chain around her neck, praying for deliverance from whomever would grant it.
She had never met her betrothed and she was enraged that her parents had signed a contract of marriage without her consent. And to promise a wedding within 3 weeks of the agreement?!
Call her romantic or fantastical, but she wanted to marry for love. To choose the man she would spend the rest of her life with, the man she would rule beside one day, overseeing their joined kingdoms.
She didn’t want to marry a stranger.
She wanted to marry her knight.
Her Sherlock. A knight as brave and honorable as she had ever met. She had give her heart to him almost as soon as he’d knelt before her father and sworn his fealty to the crown.
In only a matter of months, she found herself sneaking out of the grounds to meet him in the forest, their whispered words of devotion fading into the moonlit night. With a promise of love, he had given her a ring, crafted by his hand from the links of his armor.
‘So you know that wherever I am, a part of me will always be with you.’
But their time was precious and fleeting, for not a month after their first declaration, Sherlock was lost in battle against an uprising contingent. Molly remembered the devastating day the knights came back, bloody and exhausted, their victory marred by painful losses.
She had rushed out to meet them, ignoring her father’s order to stay back. She walked between the rows of knights, straining for any sign of her beloved Sherlock.
As the men thinned, she grew fearful. And then she saw John, Sherlock’s right hand and best friend. His face was pale and drawn. He caught her gaze and shook his head once.
Her heart had died that day.
The door to her chambers opened.
‘My lady, it’s time.’
Molly acknowledged Sir John’s announcement with a nod and tucked the ring into her gown. Unable to bring herself to smile, she accepted his arm silently and allowed him to lead her out.
Outside, the people were cheering and celebrating. But inside, the castle was as solemn as a tomb. Every servant was in attendance at the throne room, each knight and guest as well. Following weeks of endless preparation, it felt oddly calming to walk the stone halls in silence.
But each step closer to her bridegroom felt like a piercing betrayal to her love.
They paused outside the closed doors, behind which her future waited. Sir Gregory stood at attention, waiting for the signal of the bells to open the doors.
‘Do you ever think about him?’
Sir John stiffened slightly. 'My lady, surely today is not the day to dwell on-’
'Just answer the question,’ she interrupted quietly.
He sighed. 'Every day.’
'I wish…’ She couldn’t bring herself to say it, the words catching in her throat.
Sir John hesitated a moment before quietly admitting, 'If he were alive, you would most certainly not be wedding anyone else.’
Molly felt tears fill her eyes and she stopped to kiss John’s cheek. 'Thank you.’
'My loyalty will always be sworn to you, my lady. And I will always be there to protect you.’
Molly smiled for the first time that day. Turning back toward the waiting ceremony room, she braced herself. 'Then let us do our duties. For the kingdom.’
Sir John admired her courage and willingness to marry for the sake of her kingdom. But he cursed fate for tearing her true love away from her so cruelly.
‘For the kingdom,’ he agreed.
The bells rang out the hour and Sir John stepped forward to open the door to the throne room, Sir Gregory doing the same on the other side.
Every eye was watching as she walked toward the priest, her head held high. She kept her eyes locked on the cross hanging in the center of the priest’s chest. Beside him, with his back to her, was the prince. She avoided looking at him, knowing that if she did, she would abandon all hope of courage and flee.
She drew up to his side and accepted his arm as they knelt on the long cushion before the priest, his pristine white gloves stitched with black thread.
'We are gathered to witness not only the union between Princess Molly and Prince William, but the uniting of two kingdoms. Once feuding, now coming together as one.’
Her heart was pounding and her hands were shaking. She could feel the warmth emanating from beside her, but she couldn’t bring herself to look at him. Not when she desperately wished he was another man.
All too soon, Molly found herself promising herself to this stranger before God and man, for the good of their kingdoms. 'I solemnly swear so to do.’
And then the priest turned to Prince William, putting the same questions to him.
'I solemnly swear so to do.’
Molly’s heart stopped. That…it couldn’t be.
She slowly, hesitantly, turned her head. Staring back at her was a dead man, brought to life. She gasped as she took in the shorn curls, the tan of his angular face, and the unabashed love shining in his blue green eyes.
'Sherlock,’ she breathed in wonder.
He lifted her hand to his lips and smiled tenderly down at her. 'As if I would let something as ridiculous as death stop me from letting you marry anyone else.’
The priest was still speaking over them, but Molly cared not one wit for what he was saying. Instead, she pulled her knight, her beloved, into a kiss that went far in healing the pain of the two years they’d spent apart.
Behind them, their parents wiped tears from their eyes, their feud forgiven, as the crowd cheered.
'I love you,’ she whispered thickly when they broke apart. She couldn’t stop touching him, her hands caressing his tear-struck cheeks, taking in her resurrected love. 'I love you so much. But how could you have let me think- let us all believe-’
She pressed her fists into his chest in anger.
'A story that can wait for another day, my love,’ he promised, gathering her hands in his, and ran his gaze over her face as if she were a precious work of art. 'Today, let us celebrate the fact that a mission of intended espionage brought us together.’
Molly looked at him in question, but let it go when he kissed her once again.
The priest chuckled. 'Shall we consider the ceremony nearing its end and adjourn to the celebration posthaste?’
Laughter met his question and he quickly wrapped up with the announcement of the bride and groom. Quickly placing their new crowns atop their heads, the colors of their kingdoms woven together in metals of gold and black, the priest stepped back and announced to all who could hear:
'Long live the Prince and Princess. May their years of marriage be blessed.’
Sherlock helped Molly to her feet and they turned to face their people, hand in hand.
‘And may they be many,’ Sherlock added softly, leaning down to kiss her sweetly.
This was most definitely not how Molly ever imagined her wedding day. It was almost like a dream.
The breeze blew through the room and she shivered, drawing her robe around her as she stared out into the starry night.
Behind her, the door opened and her husband entered. She turned and tears filled her eyes at the sight of him.
His tunic and boots abandoned in the outer chamber, he sauntered into the room in only his trousers and crown.
His curls were browner than she remembered and he’d cut them close to his head, no longer dangling in front of his eyes. She hoped to convince him to grow it out once more.
‘I am most definitely glad that Sir John is on our side… for the most part,’ he grumbled, touching the tender bruise rising on his cheek. When she didn’t speak, he looked up at her in question.
She swallowed thickly. ‘I just still cannot believe you’re here,’ she whispered.
‘I promise,’ he said, closing the distance between them. ‘I will never leave you again.’
Resting her head against his chest, listening to the beat of his heart, she asked, ‘Will you not tell me why you let me believe you dead for these past torturous years?’
He sighed and rested his chin atop her head. ‘I was sent into your kingdom as a spy. No one would suspect the crown prince to take up such a role. It was when I saw you standing there as I knelt to take that oath of knighthood, that I realised you could put my entire mission in jeopardy.’
‘Yes, you.’ He leaned back and smiled at her. ‘And you did. Instead of gathering information, I found myself falling in love with you. By the time of my pre-planned extraction, I was prepared to do everything in my power to bring peace between our kingdoms. So I could be with you.’
His lips twisted. ‘The battle in which I supposedly was left for dead. I was only supposed to fake my death. But something went terribly wrong and I was taken in the chaos. I eventually escaped, but not without being grievously injured.’ He turned around and she gasped at seeing the ugly scar that crossed his back, from the top of his right shoulder and down to his left hip. The extent of the scarring testified to the severity of his wound. Molly reached out and trailed her finger along the jagged skin.
‘Oh, Sherlock,’ she breathed.
He turned back around and caught her hands. ‘Never you mind. I’m here, I’m well, and our kingdoms are at peace.’
Still struggling to make sense of it all, Molly latched on to a single thought. ‘So my parents knew who you were when they agreed to the wedding?’
'Of course,’ he chuckled. ‘It took some time to convince my parents to meet with yours without risking bloodshed. But once I confessed that we had fallen in love, everything else fell into place. They would rather see us happy, merging our kingdoms into one with as many heirs as we will give them, than continue wasting lives, time and resources fighting a feud that neither side remembers what it is even about.’
Molly smiled in wonder. ‘And about time.’
Sherlock agreed. ‘Indeed, but enough about that. I believe we were married today.’
‘Yes, yes we were.’ She smiled widely, her arms coming up and around his neck, as he leaned down to kiss along her jaw. ‘And about time.’
He laughed against her skin and she closed her eyes, wanting to remember this feeling of pure joy forever.
‘Now, my lovely wife, we have the rest of our lives to look forward to. And I fully intend to make up for every moment of heartbreak I’ve caused you.’
He started backing toward the luxurious bed, his hand trailing down her arm only to catch her hand and pull her with him. She laughed softly and followed all too willingly.
‘You’re doing a wonderful job already, my love.’
And so the two kingdoms became one. And upon the ninth month of their marriage, the Prince and Princess welcomed the first of what would be their four children.
Your father had been a dear friend to King Ragnar, meaning you have grown up with his sons. Out of the five sons, you have always been closer to Ivar. When your father had died Ivar stayed by your side the whole time. It was very uncharacteristic to those who only know the youngest Lothbrok son to be stubborn and ruthless. Towards you, Ivar was kind and caring. It only seemed as romantic feelings grew during your time of grieving. You two have been courted for sometime now, although no one but Aslaug knows. The main reason the relationship has been kept a secret was due to you only being a blacksmith’s daughter. You feel as though Ivar can not be known to be courting a blacksmith’s daughter for he is a prince.
Hello!! Could I request an Aaron burr X reader where they meet at the winter ball and he uses one of his pick up lines and reader finds it hysterical and they spend the rest of the night talking laughing dancing etc? I love love love your work <3<3<3!!
“Are you ready to go sweetheart?” Your mom asked from outside your door as you were adjusting the final parts of your gown.
“Yep!” you said as you opened the door.
“Oh sweetheart! You look so beautiful!” she cried as she saw you for the first time in the dress that you had dawned for the evening.
This was the first ball that you were attending ever since you had moved here to New York from England.
Once you had gotten here your brother joined the rebel army and your parents renounced themselves and you as british citizens.
Now you were attending a winter ball held by General Washington himself.
“This will be the perfect chance for you to make some new friends!” she said, looping her arm through yours and dragging you down the hall. “And maybe a handsome young man.”
You rolled your eyes at her suggestion and she laughed.
The ride to the ball was filled with teasing and laughing from you and your parents, with your brother sitting next to you rolling his eyes but smirking at your antics.
The part was in full swing by the time that you all go there, candles lighting the room with a golden and romantic flow.
Couples were dancing in the dance floor, staring into each other’s eyes with love.
It was breathtaking.
Your brother left to go talk to some other soldiers and your parents went and started dancing.
You were left to your own devices.
You met a nice girl named Peggy Schuyler and you talked for a while before she was swept away and you were left alone again.
A handsome man in a military uniform came over to you, a nervous look in his eye and a small smile on his lips.
“Hey lemme call heaven one of their angels is missing,” he said, smirking.
A grin crossed your face along with a blush and you started giggling.
“That was so funny!” you laughed, standing up to look at him.
He smiled at you, holding out his hand.
“I’m glad you liked it, I stole it from a friend,” he told you. “I’m Aaron Burr, would you care for a dance?”
“I’m Y/N, and I would love to dance with you.”
A full grin crossed his face and he pulled you onto the dance floor.
You danced for what seemed like hours, talking, laughing and trying more pick up lines on each other.
When the night was over he escorted you back to the carriage that your family was waiting for you in.
“Thank you for the lovely night Miss Y/N,” he told you, kissing your hand.
“And you as well, I had a lot of fun as well.”
“May I write to you?” He asked nervously. You grinned and blushed.
“I would like that very much Aaron. Goodnight.”
“Goodnight Y/N. I look forward to seeing you again soon.”
[ Okay so! Im so so terribly sorry abt my slow replies as of late with the exception of select threads. My moms brother is visiting from South Africa & so weve been out and about almost all day since friday. He leaves on thursday, but im going to be slow bc im finishing up this school year & preparing to graduate on saturday! After saturday i should be more active again! xx Ofc you can still interact but it may take me a bit longer to get around to things unless i have a huge muse for it]
* Request: Can you do something with Anthony maybe like you are in the cast too idk
* Modern rpf
A/N: So uh…I suck at real person fiction so please keep that in mind while reading this. I hope I kept people’s personalities as believable as possible. And a crappy ending because I couldn’t think of a good one…
Word Count: 2,013
You scrambled through your house when a knock sounded. You flung the door open. Anthony Ramos stood there and raised an eyebrow at your appearance. You were donned in sweatpants and a tee shirt. Not to mention a little breathless from scrambling to the door.
“You ok?” He asked. You took in his appearance. He had taken an effort to put on jeans and a white v-neck tee shirt. His curls hung limply around his freckled face. He had a backpack hanging off of one shoulder.
“Define ok.” You huffed and stepped aside to let Anthony in. He was holding two to-go cups if coffee, one of which was yours. You headed back to your room and emerged with a duffle bag. “Ready?” You asked with a nervous grin.
“If you are.” He responded with a much more relaxed smile. He handed you your coffee and the two of you left together. Opening night. At the Richard Rogers Theater on Broadway. You and Anthony rode in a cab and you nervously tapped your foot.