Simon: The decision saved your life. Zoe: Won't happen again, sir. Mal: Good. And thanks. I'm grateful. Zoe: It was my pleasure, sir.

'Out Of Gas'


Spike's Bitches 47: Someone Dangerous Could Get In  

[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.


JZ - May 25, 2012 1:01:54 pm PDT #13933 of 30001
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.

Ooh, actual bonnets!

Stripey

Not much shade, but it's deliciously whackdoodle

Straw cloche!

Grosgrain ribbon hat

Serious face shade happening here

Way too expensive, a little blingy, but that is one serious hatpin

eta: one more bonnet, with what looks like tea-stained lace trim

And one more stripey hat, in a sort of wobbly optical-illusion vaguely Burtonesque motif


Zenkitty - May 25, 2012 1:34:14 pm PDT #13934 of 30001
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.

Bonnets should come back into fashion. Much better suited, ime, to driving and actually getting things done than a wide-brim sunhat.


Atropa - May 25, 2012 2:12:24 pm PDT #13935 of 30001
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.

Way too expensive, a little blingy, but that is one serious hatpin

Daaaaaamn. I kinda want it. Way, WAY too expensive, but that is a fantastic shape. [link]


§ ita § - May 25, 2012 2:13:20 pm PDT #13936 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

For the first thirty almost forty years of my life I refused to wear a hat, because obvious oppression. But when you go to the Queen's garden party, hats and gloves are mandatory.

Jilli should probably look away now, because I took a perfectly explicit dress code and decided that a hat without a crown and fingerless lace gloves were as far as I was going to knuckle under to The Man.

It was a wide-brimmed black straw hat with my hair peeking out, with a black and white leopard print scarf tied around it, a white pleated cotton sleeveless shift with matching blazer, and the crappiest looking fingerless lace gloves the 80s could provide.

It was not good.

Oddly, I can't remember what shoes I wore.


JZ - May 25, 2012 2:25:02 pm PDT #13937 of 30001
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.

I'd forgotten how much I love vicarious eBay shopping.


Amy - May 25, 2012 2:27:13 pm PDT #13938 of 30001
Because books.

I love hats. I have a lot of hats, actually, although they're mostly men's style. I always forget to wear them, though.


meara - May 25, 2012 2:50:47 pm PDT #13939 of 30001

Wanna do some vicarious non-eBay shopping for me? (I hate eBay). I want some clothes that are kinda kickass and cool in the way that a motorcycle jacket, hot jeans, and boots would be. Only able to be worn in summer or in a club. Mostly I want some edgy tops to add to my boring t-shirts in basic colors collection, but shoes or pants/skirts would be contemplated too. I have no idea where to even shop for such things.


Zenkitty - May 25, 2012 2:55:44 pm PDT #13940 of 30001
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.

As long as the shoppers are shopping, if y'all run across some pullover summer-weight tops with 3/4 length sleeves, you could throw them at me.

Seems like everything is cap-sleeves and really short sleeves and those stupid flutter sleeves. Or sleeveless. I can't stand my upper arms and need to cover them.

Also, FTR, weight loss now totals 13 pounds since mid-March. Going much more slowly than I wanted it to.


flea - May 25, 2012 3:00:19 pm PDT #13941 of 30001
information libertarian

I need summer-weight dress pants to wear to a job interview in early June. Bonus points if they go with a navy pinstriped or black blazer. I may also need a blouse. And shoes. Pants need a 33-34 inch inseam and the shoes should be flat.


JZ - May 25, 2012 3:04:21 pm PDT #13942 of 30001
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.

Picking up Matilda from her last day of kindergarten ever (I felt like the stoniest-hearted bastard mommy ever this morning for being one of the only parents who wasn't misting up), but then by God I will vicariously shop the shit out of everything! eBaylessly for meara.