mind boggles.
Okay, maybe not all the way. But she now coordinates her clothing, wears heels and makeup out to dinner.
For little miss "I hope they don't
expect
me to look good just because they saw me that way twice" this is huge. In fact, I'm kinda the girlie one and she made me feel like I should run back in put on mascara or something.
It's definitely an aging thing. Five, seven years ago I wouldn't imagine myself paying
way
too much money on a shirt so I could have something pink with "I like it rough" embroidered wreathed in flowers at the neckline. And then there are skirts and the heels and heels and the skirts.
Not frou frou. But a hint of the frou which is new for us both.
Not frou frou. But a hint of the frou which is new for us both.
So you're frou frauleins?
Thank god those corset boots are $700 because if they were less than $300 I might be able to rationalize the purchase.
In thingsIdidn'tsaytoday news: When my boss told me I had definitely shown improvement since my last review... "Really? I must have been trying too hard before."
My name is dumb and has no nicknames.
I shall now call you "Sunny" or "Suns".
Don't you dare.
Sunny Delight, perhaps?
Heh.
...so I just auditioned for a part in the Bangkok Theatre Company (am dram) production of
A Christmas Carol,
and although I was a bit 'meh' about it up front, now I'm thinking 'Ooooh, wouldn't it be nice to be in a play again?' (I read for Mrs Cratchitt and for a comical Charwoman. 'Cause Scrooge? Not supposed to have breasts. Even in Bangkok.)
I'll be all sad if I don't get picked. I feel like Donkey in
Shrek,
with the jumping and the "pick me! pick me!"
Christmas Carol sounds fun.
My mom's home from the hospital. They did an angiogram, and didn't find anything major, but they did put in one new stent. She's supposed to be resting for a few weeks until the stent is solidly in place, though. (Not quite sure how that will work with preparing for the holidays. We all assured her that people will understand if, this year, she bought most of the food already prepared instead of cooking it, but she doesn't like doing that. I also offered to go home a day early to help with stuff.)
Very much ~ma to your mother, Hil.
I am unrepentent in my changing my name from my father's to my husband's. Either way I was beholden to the patriarchy, and I thought it a nice symbolic move from being a daughter to being a wife, or, you know, growing up. Hitting a new stage. I changed my middle name to my maiden name, keeping the lineage and honoring my dad, but dropping the final bit of my mother (we had the same middle name), which also felt good.
Of course, since I'm planning on legally changing my name to Quiddity Falconer, this will all be moot soon.
ION, do I need these boots? [link]
Woke up still sick. Blergh. I so did not need this right now.
Raq - as a person who didn't look to see your face because I was admiring your other boots - no, you don't need more boots. Unless, of course, you do...then go for it.
This message brought to you by too much food and too much humidity.
