And with all my recent interest in the art of blackwork, I was pouncing on the detailed embroidery on the costumes. "Hah! That isn't blackwork! That's only a printed fake!"

To be fair, I think for close-ups, the main actors' costumes were decorated with genuine blackwork, although that voice could be heard to resonate with "Machine work!". Bleah. Too much embroidery does that to you.

Speaking of embroidery, my cross-stich is getting better by the day. I suppose practice does make perfection... to a certain extent of course.

However, I am tired, and need a night of good repose. So with your good graces, gentle readers, I shall retire and speak more of it on the morrow.

Teehee. I love that movie.