Surely The Boy has some :)

He's a hybrid cross-dresser; he dresses (and boy howdy, he's got the legs for teeny skirts and high heels), but he doesn't wear makeup or anything.

I once got him to let me paint his toenails black.

He just likes the clothes. (Well, there's more to it than that, but what I mean to say is, it's expressed via clothes, and their tactile difference from men's clothes, and not makeup.)

I own all the nail polish in the family.

It's just that weird poly/nylon/manmade fabric that undergarments, particularly inexpensive slips, are made out of.

You should probably be able to cut that stuff all the hell up. It may even form its own spontaneous little roll-hem.

Summerr is over. math department drinking ohas started. And i'm very pround of myself, because I wasn't actually invited, but it was a scacsual 'hey, wanna come along?" thing that they werer discussing in front of mye, so clearly no actual objections to my being ther, so i wnet along. usually not so good at figureing things out like that and going somewhere withotn someone, unprompted, saying, "hillary, want to come along?"

Steph, I have cut that material and it has lasted with little raveling for a couple of shows, at least, if that helps. Otherwise I would just buy another slip, because they are actually kind of a pain to hem nicely by hand, and I don't know if you have a machine. If you do, you could cut and zigzag lace over top of it.

Also, Happy Birthday Meara!

And ~ma to Sean, Kristin and other people who need it.

I figured he was prepared for all clothing related emergencies. I don't own any nail polish except for use on the occasional stocking.

JZ's right, that stuff will curl up like a pillworm.

It may even form its own spontaneous little roll-hem.

Yep. At the very least, you can cut it and leave it for now with no worries. If you want to go back and add trim later, it can survive until then.

Do I want to go hiking tomorrow? I was only halffwaoy inviated to that, too. it sounds like fun, but i don't want to to keep going to t hinngs that i wasn't actually askeed to go to.

I barely know how to sew on a button.

this is me. One time I had to hem a pair of pants and my Mom (who is a master with a needle) did one leg for me and then pinned the other leg so I could (allegedly) very easily do it myself. It came out looking so bad I ended up taking it to a tailor to fix. I think it's better to cut and risk the unravel than to try to hem it and end up being all mad at yourself.

I am really enjoying Hil's alcohol-affected spelling. Kinda adorable!

Hiking is fun! If I was only halfway invited I would go.