When we went thrifting with Teppy, it wasn't clothes. It was that big place full of wacky furniture and odd items.
There was clothing, though, wasn't there? I mean, I know you and Emmett weren't looking at the clothes, but I distinctly remember pondering whether or not a nifty shirt would fit The Boy. (Who was not, at the time, The Boy; rather, he was just *a* boy.)
Teppy, I have indeed seen the Edward Gorey bat earrings. They're darling, but oh so wee! I'm not willing to pay that much money for tiny tiny bats.
vw, I hope things start to get better for you.
JZ, I don't suppose I could plead with you to keep an eye out for black dresses that are fitted in the waist, with skirts full enough for petticoats, and that would fit a 42" bust/34" waist?
Graaaaar. I am tired. My shoulder and neck haven't stopped hurting all week. I'm still cranky. And because of all those things, I snapped at Pete when he dropped me off at work. (He was trying to tell me that having my purse slung over my shoulder was crumpling my fur capelet, because he was worried that would damage it. Which, yay, I'm glad he wants to tell me these things, but I was trying to get my totebag out of the back seat and get into the office as soon as possible because of pouring rain. Still, I feel bad for snapping at him.)
t /me me me me whiiiiiiine
graaaaaaar
OK, so we've got the money...and thanks to everyone that offered to contribute...you guys are great. My mother was concerned about the perception of the combination of "Please help us...we don't know what to do." and "We're going to pack up the leather pants and meet some internet ax murderers." But we can just say you won't let us pay for anything so we can go without him climbing up anyone's butt or deciding we're not actually in a financial pinch.
When we went thrifting with Teppy, it wasn't clothes. It was that big place full of wacky furniture and odd items.
The place with the weird things in the window like oddball medical displays and big giant heads? Yep, that's the place you and Emmett drag me past at approximately the speed of light yelling
NO NO NO.
::dons Crown of Thorns. With the tiniest little scrap of a veil. Just the thing, and some fool was selling it for only $3.75, can you imagine?::
OK, so we've got the money...
Good!
::dons Crown of Thorns. With the tiniest little scrap of a veil. Just the thing, and some fool was selling it for only $3.75, can you imagine?::
Hee! What a fabulous image.
::dons Crown of Thorns. With the tiniest little scrap of a veil. Just the thing, and some fool was selling it for only $3.75, can you imagine?::
You'll have to talk louder, JZ; we can't hear you from the top of your CROSS....
Oh, erika, that's fabulous news!
Jilli, your measurements are just about Aimée's, so that's easy. If I find something just a little big, that's okay, too, right? You've got a friend with teh mad sewing skillz who can take something in, yes? Also, price range?
42" bust/34" waist?
decides to sneak to Seattle and go thrifting in Jilli's closet.