This morning I saw the trailer for Lady Layton! I certainly wasn’t expecting to see it come up on my video recommendations; it took me by surprise! Being a big fan of the Professor Layton series, I’m very excited for this game! I happened to have clothes identical to Cattley’s, so I decided to throw them together for a quick costest. I’m liking how the outfit is looking so far! I’ll post the complete cosplay once I finish making her hat and the bow for her dress.


18 weeks of captain swan
week 10: no color 


IMDB’s top ten highest voted episodes of Desperate Housewives (Insp)

(One Wonderful Day - The Little Things You Do Together - Now I Know, Don’t Be Scared - Look Into Their Eyes and You See What They Know - Give Me the Blame… all shared the same amont of votes as Remember Part 2)

…my fondness for the word “hat,” which the British critic Michael Ratcliffe pointed out in his program note at London’s Royal National Theatre, when Sunday in the Park with George was produced there in 1990. From “You could say, ‘Hey, here’s your hat’” in Gypsy to “Does anyone still wear a hat?” in Company, through “Hats off” in Follies and “It’s called a bowler hat” in Pacific Overtures, I seem to be attached to it as an image. Surely some future graduate student in Musical Theater, looking for an obscure subject to write about, will seize on “The Use of Headgear in Sondheim’s lyrics” and conjure up insightful theories for my persistent attraction to the word, but I can save him the trouble: it’s the jaunty tone and the ease in rhyming that attract me – two sound reasons.

Sondheim, Look I Made a Hat, pg. 30

I hope y'all caught the pun in the final sentence.

Yes, she looks for me.
Let her look for me
to tell me why she left me.

As I always knew she would.

I had thought she understood.

They have never understood,
and no reason that they should.

But if anybody could…


Stephen Sondheim, Finishing the Hat

(From Sunday in the Park with George)

LISTEN HERE (please)


As Susan left her driveway, she had a feeling she was being watched and she was. The ghosts of people who had part of Wisteria Lane were gazing upon her as she passed. They watched her as they watched everyone, always hoping the living could learn to put away rage and sorrow, bitterness and regret. These ghosts watch, wanting people to remember that even the most desperate life is oh…so wonderful.