We didn't sell it all, in fact very little of the furniture sold and hardly any of the doll stuff, but the lady from Two Rivers is coming up tomorrow to pick up all the doll stuff and sell it at doll shows for us, for a price, of course. We've decided to send the remaining antiques to be sold at a local auction house and we'll donate the rest. Once the sale was over we scurried around, tossed out all the Christmas stuff that didn't sell (old ribbons and tinsel), and started piling things up. There wasn't too much left once the auction things were set aside. Now all we have to do is get the place cleaned up and we're done. Oh, and sell her car. We haven't found the title but AJ says that's not the end of the world. I think we should be very proud of ourselves for getting this much done in just over a month. It turned off cold today, a lot colder than it's been so far, and gray and dreary, of course. As long as the big snow holds off until we've got Mom's apartment cleaned out I'll be happy. Well, happier. I'd rather have 70s or even 60s instead of 30s and 40s, and sunshine. I like sunshine too.
November 26--French, Shoes. Giselle sat hunched over the piece of leather in her lap. She had pierced the outline of the flowers, vines, and leaves onto the oddly shaped skin the day before and now she was embroidering it. She used silk in rich golds, blues, and greens as Monsieur Jirot had showed her. They were to match a gown for the ball the Comtesse was giving for the Comte's birthday next week. There was not a moment to spare. Tomorrow Jirot would mold the leather and sew it to the soles. Giselle had to finish tonight no matter how late she had to stay awake. She could not lose this job.
Eh. The shoes didn't inspire me and I was just too damned tired to work very hard at it.