Monday, February 14, 2011

Journal Entry #6, by Harlow Jane Cassidy

Dear Journal,

The senator's wife, Mrs. Zinia James, is becoming my best customer.  Now she's contracted me to make a custom 1840s period dress for her granddaughter, Libby.  No small task, I might add.  I designed a pulley system for the ceiling that Will Flores is building for me.  Hopefully it'll make the dress construction easier.  

Meanwhile, Meemaw is playing all kinds of ghost games around 2112 Mockingbird Lane.  Let me just say:  Nothing about living in a small town is simple.  Take the Magaret Moffette Lea Pageant and Ball that's coming up.  The pageant is a Bliss tradition, but the Cassidy women were never part of it.  At least that's what I'd always thought.  Imagine my surprise, then, when I found out that Coleta Cassidy Massie, my grandmother, was a Margaret (that's what we call girls in the pageant).  Add to that the shock of finding, not one, but three Margaret dresses in an old armoire in Meemaw's attic.  And one of them has blood on it.  It's a mystery, and I just can't sleep until I figure out why.
     
Then, when I was summoned to the Bliss country club to check out Mrs. James's arrangements for the pageant (she's co-chair of the event).  I about flipped when I saw a... catwalk.  A full on raised wooden walkway running through the center of the ballroom, the granddaddy of all runways.  It was lit with summer runway splendor.  Floor lights were already installed along the edges, while bright intelligent stage lights stood like sentries to the gray carpeted platform.  Criminy.  Mrs. James, had clearly spared no expense.  
The thing was, her own granddaughter, Libby, was the shyest girl on the planet and was going to be mortified at the mere idea of sashaying down that runway.   Lucky for her, I was making her Margaret dress.  Stitching a little self confidence into the seams and infusing poise into the fabrics would help her make it through the day.

Given how things tend to go around here, I'm not holding my breath that the pageant will go off without a hitch.  My favorite pair of cutting shears are missing, for starters.  That's a bad omen for a dressmaker.  


I'll keep y'all posted on the progress of the Margaret Moffette Lea Pageant and Ball.  Do you think it'll lead to a barrel full of shear misery?

15 comments:

  1. Welcome back, Harley Jane. Nice to catch up with your adventures. Of course, one of the lessons that we cozy characters have so much trouble learning is not to look in old armoires!

    Never mind, you'll figure it out.

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  2. I wonder who took your shears and where will they turn up?

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  3. I can hardly wait to read this new series!

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  4. The mystery of the disappearing shears...I'm looking forward to reading all about it!

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  5. This one should be interesting...a surprise Margaret in her history..missing shears..can't wait to read it!

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  6. Why do I think that darling goat peering in the window might eat the dress?

    ~ Krista
    Domestic Diva Mysteries

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  7. Ghost games and goats in the same book? Awesome!

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  8. Missing shears?? Uh-oh... I smell trouble.

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  9. Seriously, you should try hard to find those shears.

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  10. My name is Margaret so I can't wait to read this one! I love your Lola mysteries. Will they ever be available in paperback?

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  11. I hope so, Margaret! If not through the publisher, then via CreateSpace. I'm working on figuring it out. So glad you love Lola!!! The third one is partially finished, so be on the lookout for Bare Naked Lola, too!

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  12. Missing shears--uh oh! Wonder where they'll end up.

    And I adore that goat!

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  13. It may be a misery, but you've got a gorgeous cover!

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