Kristin, you have a purple-y ethereal glow in those pictures.

Yes - I wanted to see a super close up of the eye make-up. Looked neat.

Wow, you all looked fabulous and it looked like so much fun.

I don't know who Nanita is, but she has a knockout smile.

And Nic and Deb - awesome.

Man am I embarassed by the pictures. For the record, the only reason I ended up with pigtails is that the purple hair goo I'd bought to streak my hair had roughly the consistency of play-doh. By the time I realized it had morphed my hair into a rat's nest, it was too late to wash it out and start over, so I resorted to the pig tails.

Kristin, you have a purple-y ethereal glow in those pictures.

Hee--yep lots of purple, shiny makeup and eye sparkles etc.

And -- nice collar.

Collar? No, no...it's a...ummm...

Look, a monkey!

Look, a monkey!

You know...the name of my company is....

Yay for pictures! Thanks ND. I can hear the laughter looking through them.

Kristin, the pigtails are nothing short of adorable, as are you.

I was pissed because Kristin had the groovy collar and mine was in the car. I flat out forgot it.

Aimee's babysis looked wonderful, but she was lisping because of the bloodied fangs. I still think we should have borrowed Negrita (the enormous lovely black Great Dane from next door), and had her be Toto.

One thing tht looking at my full-length leather corset has confirmed in me: the realisation that a full-length boned corset on an already hourglass figure doesn't work. Because of the boning in front, it doesn't go in where I do.

Need shorter length brocade corset. Meh.

And Kristin, in her Romper Stomper Goth Hoochie Mama boots? Adorable, yet dwarfed by my six-foot barefoot husband in his five-inch heels.

I was pissed because Kristin had the groovy collar and mine was in the car.

Deb, you are probably the last person I would ever expect to have/wear a collar. There isn't a submissive atom in your body.

There isn't a submissive atom in your body.

I'm not even commenting on that one, love. Nope.

I'm not even commenting on that one, love. Nope.

You may picture a look of quiet bemusement on my face.

my six-foot barefoot husband in his five-inch heels.

He looked great in that outfit, but seemed to be having a little bit of trouble on the shag carpet.

I suppose anyone would have, though.

You may picture a look of quiet bemusement on my face.

I just mean I'm neither specifically one nor the other. It goes by mood.

But I have a shitload of moods, and like to be prepared for any or all of them. Because, why not?

edit for grammar. Neither=nor. LONG day on the road...