When real things happen to imaginary people

"Due to a lackluster turn out of applications for the March 10th Mourning Market, we regret that we are canceling the show. We will let you know when our next show will be held and when applications will be accepted."

So now I ponder if I should (finally!) set up an Etsy store and sell the Deluxe ElderGoth Nostalgia bags that I was planning on creating. Each bag would have a vintage gothy magazine (of the Propaganda/Carpe Noctem/Ghastly/Permission sort), dark lipstick, eyeliner, incense, and a bunch of other Goth Nostalgia fodder (lace, ribbons, jewelry, vintage fliers, and so on).

Not that I should be thinking about this sort of thing right now. I need to be concentrating on WRITING, not any other sort of project. Because telling myself that will TOTALLY make it happen, right? Right.

I am getting dressed up and going out tonight! I'm not going to dance AT ALL, which makes me a little sad, but I know is the right thing to do. But I'm going out! I get to see people! Wheeee!

(EDIT: I just realized this means that I could dress up in an impractical-for-dancing manner. Ooooh. Time to go stare at the wardrobe.)

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A look inside my brain: last night, while waiting to drift off to sleep, my brain goes "Hey, remember that one black skirt? The one you haven't worn in, like, a year? How about adding rows of black ruffles on the back panel, and two rows of black velvet buttons in the front? That sounds like a good plan." So now I have a new sewing project. On top of the gazillion other sewing projects. First I need to check my stash of button blanks and make about 20 black velvet buttons ...

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I managed to get some writing done last night, yay! I have blown the deadline I set for myself, thanks to the continuing rounds of the Plague, but am determined not to fret about it. It is not the end of the world if I take more time to work on it and have more to send off. IT ISN'T, BRAIN, SHUT UP WITH THE FREAKING OUT, OKAY?

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Tumblr just weirded me out a bit, in a nostalgic manner. An old photo of me in my big-haired, quasi-Deathrocker stage just surfaced on a Tumblr I follow. The photo has been online for a few years now, but I don't remember if I ever posted it on Tumblr. Wacky! Hey jola, I'm assuming your Big Hair Challenge is about current-day big hair, not images from the Wayback Machine?

Last night's Faith & the Muse show was magical. They played three of my very favorite songs ("Patience Worth", "The Burning Season", and "Sredni Vashtar"), and a song that is very quickly becoming one of my favorites ("Sovereign" from the new :ankoku butoh: album). The dancers from Serpentine were mesmerizing, as always, and were a great addition to Faith & the Muse's stage show.

I owe extra-special thanks to carpe_jugulum, who took me to the Green Room so I could meet William Faith and Monica Richards. Both of whom remembered me from previous meetings, eee! William thanked me for my review of :ankoku butoh:, and Monica told me (after I had mentioned that I'd been a fan of theirs since the first interview with them in Carpe Noctem magazine) that the couple behind Carpe Noctem were going to be at the show that night!

At the end of the show, I did find the two of them, and we did some brief catching up and exclaiming over the small-worldness of it all.

"Excuse me, aren't you Kat and Thom who ran Carpe Noctem?"

"Yes?"

"Hi, I'm Jillian, and I used to write for you folks."

"OH MY GOD, JILLIAN! How are you? You have a book! We saw it on Amazon!"

... and so on. We now have plans to catch up via email, and I think I'm going to spend part of my evening tomorrow re-reading my old copies of Carpe Noctem and sighing nostalgically.

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For those of you who approved of last night's outfit; the blouse and skirt are from Retroscope Fashions, and the jacket was custom-made for me. I love love LOVE that jacket, and may end up asking the designer if she'd be willing to make another one in a different, cotton-twill fabric (for summer use!).

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And now, back to editing work.

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.