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last night's Shallow Fashion Details!
(An explanation - due to Scheduling Monsters, Weaselmom was not able to attend Grind last night, and told me I HAD to post the SFDs.)
My goodness, did I dance a lot. There was hardly anyone there, so the djs decided to play things that would drag at least a few of us on to the dance floor. # 1 Minion ended up spinning for the last 40 minutes of the night, which led to even MORE swirlygoth music. I am still very tired, and my feet hurt. But it was worth it.
This morning, before I'd even had a sip of coffee, a NEW recruiter boy (from a different agency) called to chat about what sort of work I'm looking for, what sort of contracts his agency gets, and what immediate openings they have that he's going to submit me for. Things are finally moving - now they just need to stay on the path, be polite to any little old peddler ladies they meet, and not accept any gifts of apples, combs, or corset laces.
(re-reads above sentence)
I think I need more coffee. I know I need more coffee.
(An explanation - due to Scheduling Monsters, Weaselmom was not able to attend Grind last night, and told me I HAD to post the SFDs.)
- red hoop skirt
- black chiffon overskirt
- black silk cheongsam w/ red dragon print
- hair pulled back and hidden under red, black, and burgundy dreadlock ponyfall
- black laqquered chopsticks topped w/ silver dragons and red silk tassels stuck into the hair (real and fake)
- black & glow-in-the-dark false eyelashes, with black liquid liner extended almost to my temples, regular foundation, and red red RED lipstick w/ black lip liner
My goodness, did I dance a lot. There was hardly anyone there, so the djs decided to play things that would drag at least a few of us on to the dance floor. # 1 Minion ended up spinning for the last 40 minutes of the night, which led to even MORE swirlygoth music. I am still very tired, and my feet hurt. But it was worth it.
This morning, before I'd even had a sip of coffee, a NEW recruiter boy (from a different agency) called to chat about what sort of work I'm looking for, what sort of contracts his agency gets, and what immediate openings they have that he's going to submit me for. Things are finally moving - now they just need to stay on the path, be polite to any little old peddler ladies they meet, and not accept any gifts of apples, combs, or corset laces.
(re-reads above sentence)
I think I need more coffee. I know I need more coffee.