Ten Little Chances to be Free

My new stockings are enough to make me want to wear short skirts. And I'm normally a "below-the-knee and exceedingly voluminous so I don't have to worry about flashing anyone" type. But these stockings are so revoltingly pretty that everyone should see them.



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My hair is finally long enough for a braided bun! Like, a decent one, not just "braid doubled back on itself." With coils and shit.

...oh god this is so much easier to hold up with a hairstick than a regular bun. If this holds all day, I'll probably be wearing my hair up a lot more often now. Which means less wear and tear on it. Which means it'll grow faster. Yay!

You know, I've been trying to ease up on the gothiness lately.  Because variation is good, and because I actually look better in blue than I do in black.  But the thing is, it's impossible to find clothes in a style I like that aren't either black, white, in some repulsively garish pattern, or in some repulsively cutesy pastel shade.  What gives, fashion industry?  I have no difficulty finding flouncy neovictorian clothing in black, but start looking for blues and greens and grays and purples and bam, it's gone.

I suppose this requires DIY.  Bah.

I love the internet. Where else can you buy a sword disguised as a walking stick, a stiletto disguised as a pen, and a switchblade, all for about $30 including shipping?

Because I'm not paranoid. Not at all. And if I ever go back to that damn fairground I'm bringing it all with me.

....in less-violent news, I also bought myself a top hat. :D I'm going to be a regular dandy by the time the semester's out.

(I think instead of PMS this month I just got compulsions. First compulsive eating, now compulsive spending. In addition to the above, am watching an obscene number of ebay auctions on BPAL imps, obscure Les Mis recordings, black lace trim, fans, parasols, period-style swords, and the like. Dear, dear.)

Fandom is contagious, and I have proof. (As well as numerous IM conversations that cannot, alas, be linked to.)

REN FAIRE TOMORROW ZOMG. My sword is longer than your sword.

ETA: Apparently, someone Up There has decided that Victorian and military style is "in fashion" right about now. I could give a damn what the people Up There decide, but if it produces things like this I'm not complaining. *deadofguh* Oh, the thrift stores will be happy places this spring...

Sometime in the early hours of morning I discovered the interesting effects that can be produced with backcombing and five gallons of hairspray.

My hair is POOFY.

Yes, this amuses me.

Tonight is the Big Gay Dance. Utter fabulousness is absolutely required--preferably utter fabulousness involving big hair, shiny twirlyskirts, glitter, and PVC.

Also I just spent almost $60, but for my money I got the TAC video, the TAC double CD, the CSR, and the Les Mis piano/vocal songbook. The last one, oddly, being the most expensive, as it was the only one I paid retail price for. (Bloody ripoff it was too.) Am now trying to find a copy of the Brick in French that will not do murder on my pocketbook. Losing battle, I know.