"You're making a mess, little Gemini..."

If you were to look up into our second-floor apartment from the street right now, you would see a hulking female figure in the window.
My roommate and I are both 5 feet and change, and while I'm the bosoms in said relationship, I have nowhere near the magnificent rack that is now back-lit in my dining room.

...I made a fat-suit this week. And it (she?) is now atop my dressmaker's form in the midst of our dining room, which serves as our studio. I'm dressing this fat-suit in a purple seventeenth-century dress made from JoAnn Fabrics sari fabric (something else I'm in the process of creating). Why, why, you ask, would someone dress a fat-suit in something so ostentatious?
Well, the answer is simple.
THERE WERE FATTIES IN THE SEVENTEENTH CENTURY, TOO, KIDS.
And by that, I clearly mean, "It's for a play".
I am designing "Or,", a zany comedy about Aphra Behn and how she really liked spying and writing plays and having rambunctious, brainy sex with English royalty. And other people.
This fat-suit is for the character of her benefactress, and I think it's on stage for all of approximately 2.5 minutes, or 150 seconds.
But it's comic gold, those 150 seconds. And it's all about the fat-suit.