My Dearest Corwynne,
It has been a while since I last wrote. What with all the flood clean up and now the flurry of sewing that is being undertaken, the settlement is bustling with activity.
There is no stranger sight in all of Middle Earth than an elf standing upon a chair calmly having his inseam measured by an orc. Orcs and sewing. They seem to go together like elephants and ice skating, but they do seem to be catching on. I think once they have finished all the clothes that the settlement has ordered they might have the hang of it. It probably would have been wise to have them practice on something before we gave them the silks, but elves and their clothes, you know.
The planned fashion show is still in the works, despite the fact that many of the outfits my leave their wearer's nude before they reach the end of the run way, or maybe that is why the plans have become more elaborate in the past few days. At the current rate of production, we are expecting to hold the show on the same weekend as the Samhain party. I figure we can skip over to it together. The invitations are being printed now, a bit late, and you should receive yours soon.
With all the sewing, everyone seems to have forgotten their woes about the floods and the settlement has become as pleasant as it gets.
I am glad you finally found the time to take our camping trip. It is good that I was right about your having a good time, all that build up over the years and all.
In closing I would just like you to take a moment and imagine Orcs draped in silks while trying to hand sew leggings. It is the most amusing sight!
Your Affectionate Friend,