Firstly, a huge huge HUGE thank you to
minim_calibre and her charming husband, for coming over and gardening with
stroppy_baggage on Saturday. Gardening is not my thing, in addition to my having a black thumb. However, minim transformed the completely overgrown front planter box thingy into something tidy with pretty flowers. I'm amazed and grateful. I'm also in their debt, because after spending all day playing in my yard, they came out to Gothique AND gave me a lift home.
Gothique was fun.
alexiarnps and I modeled for
bluejay23; her in an Edwardian-style ruffley black lace tea gown, me in a knee-length b&w stripy skirt & petticoats worn with a stretchy princess-seam jacket w/ a high collar and batwing hem. In other words, yes, we modeled our everyday clothes that Jay has made for us, and looked fabulous.
I owe
djeternaldarkne a huge favor for not only playing "Gingerbread Coffin" by Rasputina for mine & Alexia's trip down the runway, but for being willing to play it over and over as we did our multiple walk-throughs, figuring out where to twirl and how to avoid tangling our parasols *as* we twirled. I also must bribe
imflying so she will teach me how to apply my eye makeup just like she did, because it was very nifty.
The other designers had some verrrry interesting stuff: not a lot that I would personally wear, but fun to look at. One of the designers specialized in fetishwear made from molded leather and hammered metal; all of his models looked like they came straight off of Red Sonja book covers. (After the show, a couple of these fierce-looking warrior girls scampered up to me and exclaimed "Oh my god, you are so HOT! Your outfit is great! You should come to Vancouver and go to fetish night! You're so hot!", which completely was completely mystifying because I am not used to ever having those words applied to *me*. Cute, charming, elegant ... sure. Hot? Nope, completely baffled by that.)
Sunday was spent running some low-key errands, and then watching the movie May with
imflying. I'd heard good things about that movie, and was not disappointed.
bluejay23 would probably enjoy it immensely.
Today was the first day in the new regime of getting up earlier and exercising in the mornings. It seemed to go okay. Who knows how sleep-deprived I'll end up from this clever plan? Hopefully, exercising in the mornings will help me fall asleep at night. Hopefully.
Gothique was fun.
I owe
The other designers had some verrrry interesting stuff: not a lot that I would personally wear, but fun to look at. One of the designers specialized in fetishwear made from molded leather and hammered metal; all of his models looked like they came straight off of Red Sonja book covers. (After the show, a couple of these fierce-looking warrior girls scampered up to me and exclaimed "Oh my god, you are so HOT! Your outfit is great! You should come to Vancouver and go to fetish night! You're so hot!", which completely was completely mystifying because I am not used to ever having those words applied to *me*. Cute, charming, elegant ... sure. Hot? Nope, completely baffled by that.)
Sunday was spent running some low-key errands, and then watching the movie May with
Today was the first day in the new regime of getting up earlier and exercising in the mornings. It seemed to go okay. Who knows how sleep-deprived I'll end up from this clever plan? Hopefully, exercising in the mornings will help me fall asleep at night. Hopefully.
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Oh hey, so we need to get folks out and about on wednesday, any ideas?
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How are the numbers for the other weeknights at the club?
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I am in AWE, as I can't even get out of bed early enough to make it to work on time....
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Lots of people think you are *hot* in addition to Cute, Charming, Elegant, Amazing, Goddess-Like, Gorgeous, Witty, Intelligent, Perfect, Hysterical, and Fantastic.
Just so you *know*. I should have told you sooner, but I thought you already *knew* - I'm a dork. I apologize for that. :)
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Aaaaand, just like that time, I'm gonna sit here, read your comment, and (a) blush (b) be pleasantly confused, and (c) take the compliment and run with it. ;-)
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Like I said, it really has been *hundreds* of people over the years. Most of them were completely intimidated by the thought of trying to flirt with you, and so they didn't. It would have been like them trying to flirt with Aphrodite, they would get close enough to you to hear your voice and turn into babbling idiots, or go completely incoherent, or (in most cases) suddenly be unable to speak at all and would just watch you instead. While it was amusing, it was all pretty interesting because a lot of them are people who are incredibly witty, intelligent, and nearly impossible to ruffle. But in the grace of your aura they were far too awed, and felt far too unworthy to even speak to you (let alone make any passes).
Which is actually why I think most of the boys you did date tended towards the really gutsy bastards (some with a heavier lean on gutsy, some with a heavier lean on bastards). Just my own pet theory, mind you. :)
I suspect that if you were *datable* you would end up in far fewer conversation *now* as well, simply because half of the people that find you attractive, and are around you *currently*, would be in that same boat where the idea that their lust for you might come out *at you* in any form just turns them into silent, weakkneed, puddles of goo.
I think you should carve that new knowledge onto a BIG STICK and beat your image demons with it whenever they try to hassle you. We can call it the "I am a goddess and people actually do worship me" stick. Because, well, it's true. Lots of people *do*.
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Good. More for me.
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And yes m'dear, you *are* sexay. Hawt deth chik indeedy. ;)
I keep seeing May on the shelf when me and the boy look for movies, and i am very curious about it. When i read the back, i am torn between the possibility of it being well done spooooky or hopelessly cheese (in the bad way). Thanks for pushing me towards the side of the fence that says "rent it!".
Good luck with the new exercise plan!