When real things happen to imaginary people

I have lately had an urge to dress even MORE like a circus ringmaster than usual, and wear my red J. Peterman riding jacket. (clicky-link to an eBay auction for its twin.)

I love the jacket, and have, over the years, carefully (oh so carefully!) tailored it down to fit me as I shrank. That jacket, a black high-collar blouse with a jabot, a knee-length black ruffled skirt with petticoats, b&w stripey tights, button boots, and a top hat would be a marvelous outfit. (And one that I've worn variations of before.)

But.

We are now past Thanksgiving, which means not only do random strangers think my usual top hat means I'm a Christmas caroler, but if I wear anything red, they ABSOLUTELY believe I'm a Christmas caroler. However, I don't think I'm going to let that stop me from wearing the above-described outfit. I'll just make sure to wear black lipstick and skull jewelry, too. Oooh, and maybe swap the black skirt for a b&w striped one, instead.

One of the sure signs that it's autumn? I start browsing eBay more often for military-style jackets.

No, I don't have enough of them. I don't. Stop shaking your head at me.

Oof, I am tired. I really shouldn't be (well, except for the fact that my body clock is still a bit wonky from traveling last week, and the weekend was packed with wheeeeeeee socializing!), but I feel like I'm about to nod off over my cup of tea.

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Huh, weather. Look, I know that it needs to be sunny and warm for the sake of the plants, because if it isn't, then domestinatrix and minim_calibre are not going to be able to make as much jam (yes, that is how minim_calibre put it to me), but I've got to say, I like the overcast, the rain, and the general gloom. Go ahead, sigh exasperatedly at me and shake your head. I'm used to it.

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In between editing topics, I'm browsing Etsy for shiny things. YES, I know I shouldn't, because heaven knows I don't REALLY need any more clothes. But stripey Victorian-esque shrugs! Stripey collars! Reversible stripey collars! Black velvet and feather capelets! Skull-festooned top hats! (Hi Carlee!)

(Yes, all of those were clicky-links, and my goodness could I have used more exclamation points if I tried? Well probably, but I won't for the sake of everyone's sanity. Just imagine the flailing hands and squeaks of glee, okay?)

Dear Self, you do not really have time to play rummage through all the wardrobes and create new outfits. No you do not. In your free time you MUST WRITE. You need to write a new column, not to mention the rest of the other writing. When you are not writing, you should be working on stuff for the Punk Rock Flea Market. Which means no extended wardrobe remix games.