The Incredible Shrinking Rex
I'm not imagining things.
So this was me on New Year's Eve last year:
(Visual Descriptive: Me, with my braids, snuggled slightly drunkenly up to eternaldark, with lacey_may hiding behind me and extatika hiding behind her.)
This was me at the beginning of February, when we did the film-clip shoot:
(Visual Descriptive: Obligatory Wanky Goth Moment. I'm all done up in white face with black lipstick and fangs, purple glasses a la Gary Oldman in Dracula, wearing a fish-net shirt under my flatmate's corset. This corset no longer fits either of us, just by the way.)
This was me on Valentine's Day:
(Visual Descriptive: I'm showing off the jewellery that my beloved Staghound sent me, in this case a pair of beautiful earrings with carnelian hearts with moonstone teardrops in them.)
This was me on my birthday in March, at a wedding in the Gold Coast Hinterland:
(Visual Descriptive: a very dashing couple. The Staghound and I are both wearing suits, though I think I look better in mine. Also both wearing sunglasses and looking incredibly cool. I've still got the braids in, but my hair's grown enough that you can't really see them in this picture coz I've got them pulled back.)
Same day:
(Visual Descriptive: I'm sitting down on the left, with my paisley-patterned walking stick. You can see the braids a bit better, and I'm not looking overly impressed with things. mammatash is on the right of the shot, also sitting down and looking gorgeous. The corset she's wearing in this shot no longer fits her, but as of last night, it fits me. Scary scary times.)
This was me on the Anzac Day (25 April for non-Australians) weekend, when we finally bit the bullet and took out the braids I'd had since October:
(Visual Descriptive: Wearing all black and looking like a victim of an attack of the combined hair-madness of the 70s and 80s. Or like a poodle that just stuck its paw in an electrical socket. You be the judge.)
Winter Solstice, and yet another wedding to attend, this time that of the gorgeous galacticchick and triffid_hunter:
(Visual Descriptive: The Twins! greenglowgrrl is on the left, I'm on the right. We're both wearing big black hats (mine's furry), pink glasses, hand-knitted scarves, black velvet coats, white satin skirts and have our various walking aids with us. She's the Good Twin, in case you're all wondering.)
There are photos of me at History Alive on the Queen's Birthday weekend, but they're on the laptop that died and I'm still waiting to hear about ...
September, and I'm off to the theatre with Paterfamilias, to see Anatomy Titus, Fall of Rome:
(Visual Descriptive: I'm wearing a black with red pinstripes corset-topped dress that I borrowed from eternaldark. Hair's out, and once again, my legs are doing their weird-angles thing.)
October was all taken up with theatre stuff at uni and elsewhere, so I avoided cameras, so we'll skip to November, doorbitching at prombound:
(Visual Descriptive: I'm sitting down wearing a black cheesecloth dress, with my hair up and held with chopsticks and a lollipop in my mouth. I'd abandoned the waist-cincher by this stage of the evening, though I was still wearing my lapis bracelet, choker and earrings to continue advertising wolveshoard's jewellery.)
If someone can find me a comparison shot for this outfit from earlier in the year, it would rock, but here I am at the start of December wearing my re-enactment garb which no longer fits very well at all:
(Visual Descriptive: I'm wearing 17th Century clothes: a chemise, a corset which people can now fit their arms down the back of, and a blue over-shirt which is hanging off my shoulders with a matching skirt which my child-bearing hips are only just managing to hold up.)
And this was me on Friday night. The belt I've got on was made for the notoriously tiny Miss dragarnuss back when we lived at the Casa Diabolinos in 06.
(Visual Descriptive: Semi-gothed up in black pants and a blue-and-black dyed camisole. Hair up in two high pigtails, again with the lapis set and a belt made of large circular links with decorative beads and other shapes built in. As an aside, my boobs look freaking enormous, which I'm sure is just a trick of angles.)
I'm now smaller than I was before I got married (Halloween '04). The nausea continues. Freaky fuckin' times.
So this was me on New Year's Eve last year:
(Visual Descriptive: Me, with my braids, snuggled slightly drunkenly up to eternaldark, with lacey_may hiding behind me and extatika hiding behind her.)
This was me at the beginning of February, when we did the film-clip shoot:
(Visual Descriptive: Obligatory Wanky Goth Moment. I'm all done up in white face with black lipstick and fangs, purple glasses a la Gary Oldman in Dracula, wearing a fish-net shirt under my flatmate's corset. This corset no longer fits either of us, just by the way.)
This was me on Valentine's Day:
(Visual Descriptive: I'm showing off the jewellery that my beloved Staghound sent me, in this case a pair of beautiful earrings with carnelian hearts with moonstone teardrops in them.)
This was me on my birthday in March, at a wedding in the Gold Coast Hinterland:
(Visual Descriptive: a very dashing couple. The Staghound and I are both wearing suits, though I think I look better in mine. Also both wearing sunglasses and looking incredibly cool. I've still got the braids in, but my hair's grown enough that you can't really see them in this picture coz I've got them pulled back.)
Same day:
(Visual Descriptive: I'm sitting down on the left, with my paisley-patterned walking stick. You can see the braids a bit better, and I'm not looking overly impressed with things. mammatash is on the right of the shot, also sitting down and looking gorgeous. The corset she's wearing in this shot no longer fits her, but as of last night, it fits me. Scary scary times.)
This was me on the Anzac Day (25 April for non-Australians) weekend, when we finally bit the bullet and took out the braids I'd had since October:
(Visual Descriptive: Wearing all black and looking like a victim of an attack of the combined hair-madness of the 70s and 80s. Or like a poodle that just stuck its paw in an electrical socket. You be the judge.)
Winter Solstice, and yet another wedding to attend, this time that of the gorgeous galacticchick and triffid_hunter:
(Visual Descriptive: The Twins! greenglowgrrl is on the left, I'm on the right. We're both wearing big black hats (mine's furry), pink glasses, hand-knitted scarves, black velvet coats, white satin skirts and have our various walking aids with us. She's the Good Twin, in case you're all wondering.)
There are photos of me at History Alive on the Queen's Birthday weekend, but they're on the laptop that died and I'm still waiting to hear about ...
September, and I'm off to the theatre with Paterfamilias, to see Anatomy Titus, Fall of Rome:
(Visual Descriptive: I'm wearing a black with red pinstripes corset-topped dress that I borrowed from eternaldark. Hair's out, and once again, my legs are doing their weird-angles thing.)
October was all taken up with theatre stuff at uni and elsewhere, so I avoided cameras, so we'll skip to November, doorbitching at prombound:
(Visual Descriptive: I'm sitting down wearing a black cheesecloth dress, with my hair up and held with chopsticks and a lollipop in my mouth. I'd abandoned the waist-cincher by this stage of the evening, though I was still wearing my lapis bracelet, choker and earrings to continue advertising wolveshoard's jewellery.)
If someone can find me a comparison shot for this outfit from earlier in the year, it would rock, but here I am at the start of December wearing my re-enactment garb which no longer fits very well at all:
(Visual Descriptive: I'm wearing 17th Century clothes: a chemise, a corset which people can now fit their arms down the back of, and a blue over-shirt which is hanging off my shoulders with a matching skirt which my child-bearing hips are only just managing to hold up.)
And this was me on Friday night. The belt I've got on was made for the notoriously tiny Miss dragarnuss back when we lived at the Casa Diabolinos in 06.
(Visual Descriptive: Semi-gothed up in black pants and a blue-and-black dyed camisole. Hair up in two high pigtails, again with the lapis set and a belt made of large circular links with decorative beads and other shapes built in. As an aside, my boobs look freaking enormous, which I'm sure is just a trick of angles.)
I'm now smaller than I was before I got married (Halloween '04). The nausea continues. Freaky fuckin' times.