Your sister needs to beat the person who set them up.
Saffron: I'll die. Mal: Well, as a courtesy, you might start getting busy on that, 'cause all this chatter ain't doin' me any kindness.
'Trash'
Spike's Bitches 29: That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
ChiKat - Mar 17, 2006 2:35:16 pm PST #4226 of 10001
That man was going to shank me. Over an omelette. Two eggs and a slice of government cheese. Is that what my life is worth?
Aims - Mar 17, 2006 2:36:26 pm PST #4227 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.
I asked her, "Why don't your freinds like you?"
He also lied about his height, which just set her off.
DavidS - Mar 17, 2006 2:37:02 pm PST #4228 of 10001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
Huh. I knew about wearing black, but didn't realize there was an entire half-mourning ensemble you wore the second year.
With the death of Queen Victoria's husband (Prince Albert in 1861), mourning jewelry was more in demand. The Queen, herself, never wore anything but full mourning attire for the rest of her life. Mourning jewelry and clothing of the Victorian era followed a strict protocol. After a year of full mourning (requiring all black jewelry and clothing), half-mourning colors such as gray, mauve, or purple were allowed back into the wardrobe. (It invited public censure if one didn't adhere to these guidelines.) Black materials: Jet, Onyx, Gutta Percha, French Jet, and Bog Oak were common materials for mourning jewelry.
Also? Gutta Percha is interesting.
P.M. Marc - Mar 17, 2006 2:38:33 pm PST #4229 of 10001
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
Sheesh, David. We have GOT to get you started on trashy (or, hell, classy, but sometimes, trashy's more, umm, fun) romance novels.
ChiKat - Mar 17, 2006 2:39:04 pm PST #4230 of 10001
That man was going to shank me. Over an omelette. Two eggs and a slice of government cheese. Is that what my life is worth?
I knew about wearing black, but didn't realize there was an entire half-mourning ensemble you wore the second year.
Yep. My mourning garb is actually either second mourning (as you described above) or first mourning for a more distant relative because my dress has white cuffs and collar.
P.M. Marc - Mar 17, 2006 2:39:08 pm PST #4231 of 10001
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
Err, WRT the half-mourning thing. I like, thought EVERYONE knew about that.
§ ita § - Mar 17, 2006 2:39:37 pm PST #4232 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Gutta Percha is interesting.
Drag queen name! Dibs!
He also lied about his height, which just set her off.
Oh, that's WEAK. It would make me care about height more.
DavidS - Mar 17, 2006 2:40:22 pm PST #4233 of 10001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
Sheesh, David. We have GOT to get you started on trashy (or, hell, classy, but sometimes, trashy's more, umm, fun) romance novels.
Why? Will it have more information about Georgian jewelry and half-mourning wear?
Will it have paragraphs like this?
Gutta Percha jewelry is made from a rubbery substance that comes certain types of trees indigenous to Asia. It's collected from the trees, treated and can then be molded or carved to form intricate jewelry styles. You can find all types of Victorian jewelry made from Gutta Percha - chains, bangle bracelet, earrings, lockets, etc. It can be tricky to tell the difference between this material and Vulcanite. One way to determine whether an item is Gutta Percha, is to rub it briskly on fabric, it'll emit a faint smell of burnt rubber.
Honestly, I could never read a romance novel.
-t - Mar 17, 2006 2:40:36 pm PST #4234 of 10001
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration
::counts stab wounds, give JZ a thumbs up::
That's a bad blind date. He probably wonn't even wonder what he did wrong.
§ ita § - Mar 17, 2006 2:42:17 pm PST #4235 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
The rubbing briskly sounds about right for bad romance, Hec.
I used to adore Jean Plaidy. And associated alter egos...someone Holt, I think. I often feel tempted to dive back in for comfort reads.