Aaaand her mother comes too...
Huh. I never knew Ivor Novello was gay. Suddenly all the little scripty bits in Gosford Park between Novello and Wiseman and Ryan-Philippe's-character-whose-name-I-have-forgotten make a great deal more sense. O.o
And while I'm at it, everyone ever should watch Gosford Park, for lo is it worthy of a zillion Oscars instead of the measly two(?) it got. Soooo much good acting, and it's so gloriously *British* ^_^
In other news, I've been making Garnet's headdress from the end of Final Fantasy IX today, which may turn out to be my commission crowning glory. It dun half look good, though right now I've nearly no idea how I'm going to attach the complex silver pattern pieces to the hairband it's going to rest on...
Oh, and tomorrow I have to be up at the crack of dawn, cos my aunt is coming over from America and has unhelpfully caught a plane that arrives at 9.15. At Heathrow. On the other side of London. Why yes, that is the nastiest corner of the M25 smack bang in the middle of the rush hour, why do you ask? *makes will*