I tend to be more of a tea drinker. I like tea, plus tea pots! Pretty tea cups! Mad tea parties! So, y'know, there's this whole bonus whimsical thing tea has going for it. But lately, I have been craving coffee. Don't get me wrong, I still have my pot of tea in the mornings, but I've
also been having a double-tall americano in addition to that. My guess is I've been craving coffee because of, oh, my insomnia being worse and the ongoing sense of (mostly good) overwhelmed-ness I've been dealing with. But whatever the reason, I've been drinking more coffee.
(Dear Self, remember to call and set up the consultation for the sleep study your doc wants you to go on. With love and mild exasperation, Your Memory.)Boots! It is all the fault of
maiaarts that I am coveting a pair of Dr. Martins for the first time in a couple of decades. But, really, how could I resist the notion of
14-eye docs with leg and foot bones on them? (clicky-link!) Seriously, look at them! They would be absolutely charming with pink ribbons for laces, worn with fluffy skirts and little fitted jackets. I really REALLY want them. Like, put them on my wish list, am poking at my budget want them.
Speaking of boots, if any of you are contemplating purchasing the
JUMP Sparky boots (clicky-link!), be aware that the calves are snug. They fit me, and have stretched out a bit to now zip up easily, but they are tighter through the calves than the JUMP Bjork boots.
(Also, check Ebay for them. That's where I got mine, for considerably less than Amazon is charging.)
Skelly-foot boots ... skelly-foot boots ...
Coming soon to this LJ! A review of
mirandaluna's book
In The Blood. But the short version of the review is: it made me overwhelmingly nostalgic for the 90s-era Goth scene. Especially for the 90s-era Goth scene that didn't quite exist, but that we all assumed must exist in other cities that were cooler than the ones we lived in.