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tenlittlebullets) wrote2006-02-26 06:43 pm
tenlittlebullets) wrote2006-02-26 06:43 pm
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I'm a bad bad girl. Bought myself a belated birthday present on the drive back in the form of a pack of Djarum Specials, just because I'm eighteen and I can. Neener neener. Doubt I'll make a habit of it, but it was fun to get carded and actually serve up valid ID. XD (I actually despise the smell of cigarettes and hold my breath whenever I walk through a thick cloud of someone else's smoke, but cloves are different. They don't smell as nasty.) Have yet to actually smoke any because it's too cold outside to stand around coughing, and besides I have shit to unpack.
Discovered a new route back to school that theoretically only takes six and a half hours instead of seven or eight. Of course, that's without reckoning on the hour-and-a-half-long traffic jam on the interstate. Ewww, that was nasty. Had the car in park for fifteen minutes at a stretch once, that's how Not Moving it was.
Also stopped at this little place called the Purple Barn that's on the road to school just after you turn off the parkway. It's about as close to a thrift-store dream as one could reasonably come--stuffed to bursting with strange and usually hideous clothing, full of unexpected gems I almost bought, with shelves of books and videos tucked into odd places and hats hanging on the walls for lack of any other place to put them. It appears to be where people drop off those polyester nightmares they wore to prom ten years ago, which get sold for ten bucks each to fiends like me who rip them apart and make patterns out of them to reassemble with less icky materials. Didn't get any pattern fodder this time though, just a couple of less nightmarish dresses. One is black taffeta with a blue sheen, which will be gorgeous once I get rid of the poofy sleeve things. They look like loofahs. And the other is this really pretty white lacy dress that actually resembles Christine's dressing gown from Phantom, but which appears to have been designed for someone with ribs squished from a lifetime of tightlacing: it fits perfectly except that it will not zip up in the back no matter what I do. It's not my stomach or my nonexistent chest. It's my ribs. I'll have to take out the zipper and add a panel in the back or something, because it's too pretty to toss.
Definitely need to go back there. They had a gorgeous crinoline hanging around upstairs for only $15 or $20, which I will probably try to find again when I have enough cash on me. Also, I've been harboring vague ideas of a streetwalker!Fantine costume, and if I wanted to make things easy for myself I could just go grab one of the ten zillion trashy satin dresses they have lying around and dirty it up a bit. I saw some that would pass for "sometime ninteenth century," if not specifically Romantic-era. (Actually, add some gratuitously foofy petticoats and abovementioned white dress might be able to pass for Romantic. If you added equally foofy sleeves, which it lacks. *plot plot devious lalala*)
Ta-ta. Need to go unpack now.
Discovered a new route back to school that theoretically only takes six and a half hours instead of seven or eight. Of course, that's without reckoning on the hour-and-a-half-long traffic jam on the interstate. Ewww, that was nasty. Had the car in park for fifteen minutes at a stretch once, that's how Not Moving it was.
Also stopped at this little place called the Purple Barn that's on the road to school just after you turn off the parkway. It's about as close to a thrift-store dream as one could reasonably come--stuffed to bursting with strange and usually hideous clothing, full of unexpected gems I almost bought, with shelves of books and videos tucked into odd places and hats hanging on the walls for lack of any other place to put them. It appears to be where people drop off those polyester nightmares they wore to prom ten years ago, which get sold for ten bucks each to fiends like me who rip them apart and make patterns out of them to reassemble with less icky materials. Didn't get any pattern fodder this time though, just a couple of less nightmarish dresses. One is black taffeta with a blue sheen, which will be gorgeous once I get rid of the poofy sleeve things. They look like loofahs. And the other is this really pretty white lacy dress that actually resembles Christine's dressing gown from Phantom, but which appears to have been designed for someone with ribs squished from a lifetime of tightlacing: it fits perfectly except that it will not zip up in the back no matter what I do. It's not my stomach or my nonexistent chest. It's my ribs. I'll have to take out the zipper and add a panel in the back or something, because it's too pretty to toss.
Definitely need to go back there. They had a gorgeous crinoline hanging around upstairs for only $15 or $20, which I will probably try to find again when I have enough cash on me. Also, I've been harboring vague ideas of a streetwalker!Fantine costume, and if I wanted to make things easy for myself I could just go grab one of the ten zillion trashy satin dresses they have lying around and dirty it up a bit. I saw some that would pass for "sometime ninteenth century," if not specifically Romantic-era. (Actually, add some gratuitously foofy petticoats and abovementioned white dress might be able to pass for Romantic. If you added equally foofy sleeves, which it lacks. *plot plot devious lalala*)
Ta-ta. Need to go unpack now.
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