Last night was the night for one of my favorite personal holiday traditions: Christmas shopping with my dad.
My mom is ... difficult to shop for, and always has been. So, every year, dad and I go out, wrack our combined brains, and stare at things then ask the other person "I dunno? Do you think she'd ever wear it?" The main point to the whole tradition, however, is that I get to spend a couple hours just hanging out with my dad, who is one of the coolest people I know. We talk about books we've read recently, how other members of the family are doing, and trade favorite "remember when this thing happened?" stories. It's one of my favorite things about the holiday season, and that (combined with decorating the tree and making gingerbread bats over the weekend) has FINALLY put me into the holiday mood. Thanks, Dad!
I am apparently very confusing to my co-workers today. You see, I'm wearing a black stretch velvet dress and a long black velvet skirt with pink trim. That they probably wouldn't notice. But the pale pink faux-fur wrap that I'm wearing over my gothy-goth black stretch velvet dress? That they can't miss.
"You're wearing pink?!"
"Yes. I'm a pink goth."
"I thought goths only wore black?"
"Nope. Most goths don't wear pink, though."
stroppy_baggage recoiled in horror from the fuzzy pinkness of it all this morning, but by the time he dropped me off at work, he grudgingly admitted that it suited me. I really want a slightly smaller version of the wrap too (for days when I don't want to be *quite* so enveloped in fuzzy pinkness), but I'm going to have to hunt around for one, I suspect.
(Someday, oh someday, I will have a black batwing-point hem jacket with a fuzzy pale pink fur collar and cuffs, and a black mermaid skirt with matching trim on the hem. Oh yes, I will.)
My mom is ... difficult to shop for, and always has been. So, every year, dad and I go out, wrack our combined brains, and stare at things then ask the other person "I dunno? Do you think she'd ever wear it?" The main point to the whole tradition, however, is that I get to spend a couple hours just hanging out with my dad, who is one of the coolest people I know. We talk about books we've read recently, how other members of the family are doing, and trade favorite "remember when this thing happened?" stories. It's one of my favorite things about the holiday season, and that (combined with decorating the tree and making gingerbread bats over the weekend) has FINALLY put me into the holiday mood. Thanks, Dad!
I am apparently very confusing to my co-workers today. You see, I'm wearing a black stretch velvet dress and a long black velvet skirt with pink trim. That they probably wouldn't notice. But the pale pink faux-fur wrap that I'm wearing over my gothy-goth black stretch velvet dress? That they can't miss.
"You're wearing pink?!"
"Yes. I'm a pink goth."
"I thought goths only wore black?"
"Nope. Most goths don't wear pink, though."
(Someday, oh someday, I will have a black batwing-point hem jacket with a fuzzy pale pink fur collar and cuffs, and a black mermaid skirt with matching trim on the hem. Oh yes, I will.)
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We have Things. To get to you. And zee meester, of course.
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I originally had thought about starting an hour earlier at our place but the radioactivity of the kitty spoiled that.
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[/howl]
Sigh. Would like to see the ensemble. (Watched 'Lemony Snicket' yesterday with SA, and oh, how much fun it was, in so many ways. Not least in matters of clothing.)
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Fold space! Now!
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Daddy's girls...
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