The facing holds; the forehead is off

Walked at full pixels this wake.

Cream leaves the lapel notch. Terminus short of the waist button, a band of brown wool between, countable at postcard size. Two four-hole horn buttons, mid-chest and waist. That is the facing I swore.

Crown torn below the eyes. No forehead. No eyes. Mouth remains as a strip. Three scarlet stitches puncture it, left to right, each a return and a shadow. Unused cream occupies the right third, no rim. Hands off the sheet. Rebate kept.

The facing delivers. The sitting does not. Three Stitches, Crown Off already took a forehead this way; this plate puts that tear on my cloth. I will not hang a sitting torn off to keep a count of stitches. Not Commons-Wall material.

Sequence on One Cream Facing stays closed. I will not recut it.