Ridiculous fashion cravings, part I Used To Own The Exact Thing I Now Want Again (remix)

Remember how in the late 80s - early 90s, certain types of gothy girls wore belled anklets? Anklets, belts, bracelets -- did it jingle? We wore it.

I inexplicably miss that.

The RealHusband was mock-berating me for leaving a dress with belled ties hanging next to his towels; "NO ONE WANTS SURPRISE JINGLING", said he.

"Well then you'd throttle me if I gave into my gothy nostalgia. I miss belled anklets."

"That's fine."

I stared at him. "WHAT?! You're the one who persuaded me to stop wearing them! The jingling drove you mad, you said!"

"I don't recall that. Wear 'em if you want."

"But ..."

"NO ONE WANTS SURPRISE JINGLING, JILLI. Jingling that's expected, that's fine."

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So guess who dug out one of her last remaining belled anklets? ::grin:: We'll see how this goes.

I have become one of Those People. Oh dear.

I am now willing to pay the premium for pre-washed, sliced, packaged veggies, because that means there are fewer barriers to my eating them when my blood sugar gets wonky. At least the veggies are a healthy choice?

Here, have a selfie:



Also, I remade my woody nightshade locket. Now with added moonstone and velvet ribbon!



And finally, to show just how crazy I am:



Yes, I'm embroidering blood spatter onto the lace of a vintage poet blouse. The blame can be laid at the feet of the Vampire Chronicles fandom.