I was doing so well and then hit a major wall pleating the skirt onto the bodice. It just wouldn't work. In the wee hours on the morning, after working on it for over 3 hours without any tangible results, I decided that sleep was more important to having a good time today than a new dress.
Luckily I have a deep 18th century closet so I won't be naked or anything tonight. I'll just be in "this old thing". And I now have a dress over halfway done for CosCol and next year's UTR. That is a good thing.