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Beth and I hit some thrift stores in SF to not much effect. On the other hand, we had a conference with a store owner in Berkeley who used to be in charge of costume acquisition for a theater group here; and he had a few additional suggestions, which I explored last night. (Valuable tip: the Loehmann's on Seventh does have a big evening gown section, but you have to go early in the week, because "by Wednesday the drag queens will have picked it all over", quotha.)

No success. I did find a dress that fits, and is within the price range I reckoned, and does not make me look ridiculous. And I dithered about getting it. But...it's not an evening gown. It's a Bridesmaid Dress[tm]. It smells like bridesmaid. It's that same heavy stiff 100% polyester that every generic bridal palace is stocked full of, and I will be damned and burning in a lake of fire before I lay down a three-digit sum for that shit.

I think I'm making a dress. I felt super-positive about this last night. In the cold grey light of overtired morning, I'm less sanguine. But I think I can do it, and I think it's the only way to get something I'll be tolerably pleased with. I reckon as how I'll work in parallel: start hunting for fabric and sketching out designs this week, and make a few last-ditch attempts on the downtown C21 and the Herald Square Macy's in meantime. And if by some miracle I do find a dress, it's not as if black silk and deep scarlet ... probably also silk are going to go to waste in my world.