To: Chelsea Haupenstaat; Deena Markowitz
Subject: sewing needle
Hiya girls,
One week mark, huh? Hope you’re not feeling homesick. Thanksgiving’s a weird time to be in a new place… I know it was for me. How about you? Supers eat turkey same as everyone else though (unless there are vegetarian supers where you are), so you must have had a good meal.
Sorry I haven’t written much. I thought I’d send a longer update this weekend while I was at my friend Ira’s house, but then something came up and I got seriously distracted. No homework, no emailing, just.... Well, some stories I’ve got to save for in person. ;-)
Besides, you don’t need to hear what I’ve been up to. It snowed a couple of inches. It always snows a couple of inches at Thanksgiving, so big deal. I’m writing papers. You know how the play went already, so I don’t need to write to you about that.
One bit of news I do have is that this week, with no fairy costumes to repair, I went all masochistic and started my NEXT sewing project—your suits. I think I got the measurements right for the skintight undersuit, and what I’ve got so far works with the boots we picked up the weekend before you left. I’m trying to work the chest area so that it’s protective without being bulky, sexy without screaming “jailbait.” It’s a hard line to walk, and it’s probably going to take me a few more days.
I am committed though, and by the end of the week I’ll have a pair of prototypes to mail you—along with some Christmas candy. No, shoot, Deena—you’re Jewish. I’ll send a couple dreidels too. And some of those chocolate coins, right? Is there anything else you want that you can’t get at the T.C.?
Let me know by this, um, Thursday, okay? I really need to be on top of this project, so I can start finals with a clear mind after I send it off. And don’t be afraid to be brutally honest when you get the outfits, k? You complain, I improve.
Take care of yourselves,
Brook
ps—okay, I can’t keep it in after all. I’m dating someone—and he’s uber awesome! Gorgeous, funny, very good with his hands. But I’ll tell you more when you get home.
(See who else is getting everything under control.)
