Clothes

Back to the place in Old Street where we are making sense of costume. We have a huge amount of stuff. Thankfully Siwan and I have a collaboration that goes way back. I’m very aware of the fact that it is currently eating our time, I wish I could pay her an hourly rate. She dreamt last night that I ignored instructions and walked through a plate glass window shattering it. She was worried about me, but I was totally fine, and then she realised she was the one who had some glass fragments stuck into her.

I’m gonna try and pay her what she’s worth. We are partners in this so if we start to make money then it’ll start to work out and we will go 50/50. But… right now we are both struggling for cash for the nitty gritty. That dream was a clear warning to me that I can’t just be confident without cause. We’ve got some wonderful costume, but … it’ll take time and work to even start to connect it to people that need it. We are nothing until we have been used and reviewed, in this landscape. And neither of us can work for nothing.

Like with any new business, even if we have the materials, we need so much more. If I had money to invest right now, I would do it. I’d buy into Siwan every day of the week and twice on Saturdays.

Right now it’s just about sorting. Until we know what we have, having it is meaningless. We are getting better.

Second hand shoes… I can’t even begin to tell you how many espadrilles we have, and I think it must be because they are thought of as being very close to Elizabethan footwear. I’m likely going to donate much of my tie collection to this as well. This is just the stuff from Parabolic, but there is more to sort. There’s so much.

We are making progress. We are solving. There’s so much stuff if we factor in all the things I’ve had in my attic for ages. Still, in the great big room we temporarily have for sorting, it looks like we have nothing at all. Scale is everything.