When real things happen to imaginary people

The Death and Bubblegum necklace. (clicky-link!) I think it's super-cute, but would I actually wear it? I just don't know.

Today, in addition to stuff like oh, job hunting (and making food and doing laundry), I need to write the first draft of the next installment of my story for Steampunk Tales, and finish writing up my clothing sale document. Which means I need to make my damn mind up about if I'm letting one particular jacket go. It's heavily customized, not just in terms of tailoring (I cropped it to make it waist-length), but also in terms of decoration: I gave it stripy buttons, a stripy heart appliqued to one sleeve, and I modified the lapels. Note To Self: try on the jacket, get The Husband's opinion about selling it.

IF I get enough writing done today, I am going to reward myself with writing an LJ post about comfort food and comfort books. It's been rattling around my head for a few days, partially spurred by the fact that I have a huge, enticing stack of new books to be read, but I keep finding myself picking up old favorites that I've read a bazillion times.

Clicky-links of coveting! My friend requieminblack is a talented designer, and has been making all sorts of pretty pretty things for her Etsy store. If I had the spending money, I would be hitting the shiny Add To Cart button for the black on black striped shrug, and talking to her about getting a Dia de los Muertos bolero made in my size. (clicky-links you should go look at!) In my fantasy closet, I would wear the Dia de los Muertos bolero with a black lace blouse, a black underbust corset, a knee-length black ruffly skirt (perhaps with bustle-y details), b&w stripy tights, and those Dr. Marten "Skelly" boots that I covet. Yes, I like clothing with skeletal details, why do you ask?

Okay. Must go sort laundry, then start writing the next installment of the steampunk story. Must stop window-shopping.