sitting making lists instead of
tackling those three dozen birdseed roses-for the second timethanks to Batswin and Robbins.
Of course, all of these money-making enterprises hinged on
me not being charged with murder, which necessitated compiling
another list. I tore off the first sheet of paper and set it aside. No
way could I quietly sit back and leave my destiny in the hands of that undynamic detective duo. I labeled the top of the page Who
Killed Marlys? and listed the three most likely candidates:
Vittorio Versailles?
Hugo Reynolds-Alsopp?
Naomi Dreyfus?
Not that I thought either Naomi or Hugo were killers. My
money was on Vittorio.
Or Emil Pachette?
Marlys had a date with him Monday night. Had he met her at
the office instead of her meeting him in the city? I added his name
to the list.
Or maybe none of my suspects had glue gunned Marlys to
death. Maybe her killer was one of the many other people she had
stepped on, dissed, or screwed in her quest to conquer the celebrity world of New York fashion.
Someone from her distant past, even. Was the killer an old acquaintance who had held a grudge for years, perhaps going as far
back as high school, his or her hate simmering just below the boiling point until the perfect opportunity presented itself?
Placing that thought on hold, I started another sheet: Who Do
the Police Think Killed Marlys? My name topped the list. Followed
by Erica's.
If I couldn't find the killer, I'd have to find some way to keep
the police from charging either of us. Erica had an alibi and a witness, but what did I have? Just my word that I didn't kill Marlys.
Meanwhile, I suspected Batswin and Robbins were in the process
of building enough of a case against me to prove otherwise.
All of this supposition was producing nothing more than a
whopper of a headache. I tossed the pad and pencil aside, closed my eyes, and massaged my temples. Enough procrastinating. My
birdseed roses wouldn't sprout by themselves, and since I lacked
the necessary magic wand, I couldn't bibbidi-bobbidi-boo them
into existence, either.
I tried to focus my attention where it belonged-at least for the
next few hours. I couldn't let go of my problems, though. As I
snipped, sewed, and glued satin roses and rhinestone tennies, I
continued to ruminate over money and murder.
THE BRIDE WORE TENNIES
Oh, those aching tootsies! Most brides, if given the choice,
would opt for a foot massage rather than the honeymoon
suite at the Plaza once the reception ends. Just ask any of
your married friends. But why suffer the blisters in the first
place? After posing for the wedding photos, remove those
torturous stilettos and slip into a pair of handmade bridal
tennies to boogie the night away.
And if you want a unique gift for your bridesmaids,
have tennies dyed to match their gowns. Trim with coordinating or matching colored laces and trims.
Materials: one pair of white canvas tennis shoes; an assortment of lace appliques; pearl, sequin, and rhinestone
trims; satin ribbon roses; 21 yds.13/4-inch-wide lace; white
craft gem glue; scissors.
Directions: Remove shoelaces from tennis shoes. Arrange
appliques and trims on front and sides of shoes as desired,
with one shoe being the mirror image of the other. Glue appliques and trims in place. Allow glue to dry thoroughly. Cut lace in half. Thread a piece of lace through eyelets of each
shoe.
BIRDSEED ROSES
Rice is out; birdseed is in when it comes to showering the
bride and groom in an environmentally friendly way. Use
elegant satin roses to store the showering seed, and your
guests will have a beautiful memento of the day to take
home with them.
Materials: satin fabric in white or to match the wedding
colors (one yard of 45-inch-wide fabric will make 77
roses); matching sewing thread; 6-inch lengths of 18-gauge
stem wire; green floral tape; silk rose leaves, one or more
per flower; pinking shears; sewing machine
Directions: Using the pinking
tackling those three dozen birdseed roses-for the second timethanks to Batswin and Robbins.
Of course, all of these money-making enterprises hinged on
me not being charged with murder, which necessitated compiling
another list. I tore off the first sheet of paper and set it aside. No
way could I quietly sit back and leave my destiny in the hands of that undynamic detective duo. I labeled the top of the page Who
Killed Marlys? and listed the three most likely candidates:
Vittorio Versailles?
Hugo Reynolds-Alsopp?
Naomi Dreyfus?
Not that I thought either Naomi or Hugo were killers. My
money was on Vittorio.
Or Emil Pachette?
Marlys had a date with him Monday night. Had he met her at
the office instead of her meeting him in the city? I added his name
to the list.
Or maybe none of my suspects had glue gunned Marlys to
death. Maybe her killer was one of the many other people she had
stepped on, dissed, or screwed in her quest to conquer the celebrity world of New York fashion.
Someone from her distant past, even. Was the killer an old acquaintance who had held a grudge for years, perhaps going as far
back as high school, his or her hate simmering just below the boiling point until the perfect opportunity presented itself?
Placing that thought on hold, I started another sheet: Who Do
the Police Think Killed Marlys? My name topped the list. Followed
by Erica's.
If I couldn't find the killer, I'd have to find some way to keep
the police from charging either of us. Erica had an alibi and a witness, but what did I have? Just my word that I didn't kill Marlys.
Meanwhile, I suspected Batswin and Robbins were in the process
of building enough of a case against me to prove otherwise.
All of this supposition was producing nothing more than a
whopper of a headache. I tossed the pad and pencil aside, closed my eyes, and massaged my temples. Enough procrastinating. My
birdseed roses wouldn't sprout by themselves, and since I lacked
the necessary magic wand, I couldn't bibbidi-bobbidi-boo them
into existence, either.
I tried to focus my attention where it belonged-at least for the
next few hours. I couldn't let go of my problems, though. As I
snipped, sewed, and glued satin roses and rhinestone tennies, I
continued to ruminate over money and murder.
THE BRIDE WORE TENNIES
Oh, those aching tootsies! Most brides, if given the choice,
would opt for a foot massage rather than the honeymoon
suite at the Plaza once the reception ends. Just ask any of
your married friends. But why suffer the blisters in the first
place? After posing for the wedding photos, remove those
torturous stilettos and slip into a pair of handmade bridal
tennies to boogie the night away.
And if you want a unique gift for your bridesmaids,
have tennies dyed to match their gowns. Trim with coordinating or matching colored laces and trims.
Materials: one pair of white canvas tennis shoes; an assortment of lace appliques; pearl, sequin, and rhinestone
trims; satin ribbon roses; 21 yds.13/4-inch-wide lace; white
craft gem glue; scissors.
Directions: Remove shoelaces from tennis shoes. Arrange
appliques and trims on front and sides of shoes as desired,
with one shoe being the mirror image of the other. Glue appliques and trims in place. Allow glue to dry thoroughly. Cut lace in half. Thread a piece of lace through eyelets of each
shoe.
BIRDSEED ROSES
Rice is out; birdseed is in when it comes to showering the
bride and groom in an environmentally friendly way. Use
elegant satin roses to store the showering seed, and your
guests will have a beautiful memento of the day to take
home with them.
Materials: satin fabric in white or to match the wedding
colors (one yard of 45-inch-wide fabric will make 77
roses); matching sewing thread; 6-inch lengths of 18-gauge
stem wire; green floral tape; silk rose leaves, one or more
per flower; pinking shears; sewing machine
Directions: Using the pinking
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