(time. you take it.)
I decided today, that what I need, is a dress. A Doctor-esque dress, of course, brown & white pinstriped.
So I sat & thought a bit more on this dress. It couldn't be just any sort of boring dress you'd buy in a shop, like the kind I always see in the high-priced shops in the city. No, this dress would have to be made with lots of things in mind, beyond fabric & inspiration.
First, it would need petticoats. Lots & lots & lots of short, soft & white petticoats; the sort that puff skirts out to twice their real flat sizes. They should be made of the softest, fluffiest, most comfiest of cotton & should be removable, in the event you simply must take them off. The dress would also need little pockets, iPod-sized, with a button to close it on the skirt. (I detest things with no pockets!! Where are my hands supposed to go?)
The top of the dress would be an entirely different affair. None of this neckline-that-isn't-really-a-neckline-at-all-but-a-flimsy-excuse-to-just-barely-cover-a-girl's-boobs, thankyouverymuch, but a nice, scoop-ish sort of neckline, or even better, that sort of neckline with little puffed cap sleeves! (though that could make the dress a bit childish looking, but I think it could be properly pulled off if the neck's done right.) This sort of dress just won't work with straps of any width; it would look silly & rather disregarding of its own inspiration.
The skirt's length is a bit tricky though. I suppose knee-length or maybe an inch above the knee would be fine & one wouldn't have to worry about bending over in the dress, what with all of that froth hiding your bloomers (or dare I suggest, the lack of them?) properly. Any longer, the dress wouldn't work at all, any shorter & it would just spit on the original idea of the dress.
It would of course zip up in the back. But what sort of zipper would it have? A big, rather obvious one, or one of those silly delicate ones that rip from the dress's top when you tug it all together? Pulling it over your head just doesn't seem very elegant, at least to me.
& of course, accessories. A great big matching hairbow, because really, what is such a lovely dress without a hairbow? (though I never wear them - not pretty enough for one!)
Maybe white kneesocks? (with that dress? Adorable, I say!!) & of course, because really, this wouldn't be too much fun without them - white Converse. Or maybe black. Or, if one would prefer, big four inch platform Alice in Wonderland shoes. Maybe rocking horse ballerinas, but the straps would have to be worn very low on your legs. Otherwise it would just look silly.
(of course, the blue & white version would look damn fantastic too, but it would need a bit of lace somewhere on it. Not a lot, not an overpowering amount, maybe just around the sleeves. Of course, you'd only be able to wear white kneesocks with it, I think, & maroon Converse or the black platforms. But it would be just as nice a dress as the first!)
yes, I know. I think too damn much. ::hides::
(& I think most of the above came from rereading this post & from one that soundthedrums made last night, I do believe.)
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☁ ☁ ☁ Another reason (among many) for me to one day escape to England: Vivienne Westwood. Even if I never got to buy anything, to just touch all of that beauty, & maybe . . . a pair of rocking horse ballerinas wait for me over there? Original rocking horse ballerinas? Maybe? Possibly?
My name was Vivienne once. Of course, I was young at the time, so I picked it because it was exotic & prettily spelled, but sigh, it was a lovely name.
(how long can a name reasonably be, anyway?)
☁ ☁ ☁ It is an odd bit of news to admit - I used to smoke a bit, when I was a sillier, less (if ever!) grounded teenager. Not a lot & not constantly, mind you, but I did it. I stopped after my aunt passed on from lung cancer two years ago, but o, I rather miss it now. Yes, I know it's an awful habit & frankly, not that attractive, but I quite miss it nonetheless. I suppose that it doesn't help that anytime I work out of doors, ninety people are sitting next to me smoking away & blowing.it.in.my.face.the.fucking.assholes. At least I don't do that to people when I do it!
(I'm such a poisonous girlthing sometimes.)
☁ ☁ ☁ Does anyone care to offer an explanation as to why I'm not only a) reading a fair bit of Master/Martha ficcage lately but b) downloading mixes for them? WHAT AM I DOING TO MYSELF I DON'T KNOW. More to the point, when did I start liking anything that wasn't Gwen/Martha? (yes, I have an odd fondness for Gwen/Martha. Nope, can't explain this one either.) Hell, I don't even LIKE to ship Martha with anyone that isn't Rose or Gwen, okaaaay. AT ALL! Martha's awesome on her own!
Hmm. O, well, whatcanyahdo? ::laughs::
(& the mix in question is here & HOW HOT IS MARTHA, JUST WANT TO SAY. Why I'm STILL not writing the Ten/Martha clubbing!porn of HOT is beyond me. O, wait, it's 'cause I'm so shy about things like writing. OKAY, DONE THERE.)
So I sat & thought a bit more on this dress. It couldn't be just any sort of boring dress you'd buy in a shop, like the kind I always see in the high-priced shops in the city. No, this dress would have to be made with lots of things in mind, beyond fabric & inspiration.
First, it would need petticoats. Lots & lots & lots of short, soft & white petticoats; the sort that puff skirts out to twice their real flat sizes. They should be made of the softest, fluffiest, most comfiest of cotton & should be removable, in the event you simply must take them off. The dress would also need little pockets, iPod-sized, with a button to close it on the skirt. (I detest things with no pockets!! Where are my hands supposed to go?)
The top of the dress would be an entirely different affair. None of this neckline-that-isn't-really-a-neckline-at-all-but-a-flimsy-excuse-to-just-barely-cover-a-girl's-boobs, thankyouverymuch, but a nice, scoop-ish sort of neckline, or even better, that sort of neckline with little puffed cap sleeves! (though that could make the dress a bit childish looking, but I think it could be properly pulled off if the neck's done right.) This sort of dress just won't work with straps of any width; it would look silly & rather disregarding of its own inspiration.
The skirt's length is a bit tricky though. I suppose knee-length or maybe an inch above the knee would be fine & one wouldn't have to worry about bending over in the dress, what with all of that froth hiding your bloomers (or dare I suggest, the lack of them?) properly. Any longer, the dress wouldn't work at all, any shorter & it would just spit on the original idea of the dress.
It would of course zip up in the back. But what sort of zipper would it have? A big, rather obvious one, or one of those silly delicate ones that rip from the dress's top when you tug it all together? Pulling it over your head just doesn't seem very elegant, at least to me.
& of course, accessories. A great big matching hairbow, because really, what is such a lovely dress without a hairbow? (though I never wear them - not pretty enough for one!)
Maybe white kneesocks? (with that dress? Adorable, I say!!) & of course, because really, this wouldn't be too much fun without them - white Converse. Or maybe black. Or, if one would prefer, big four inch platform Alice in Wonderland shoes. Maybe rocking horse ballerinas, but the straps would have to be worn very low on your legs. Otherwise it would just look silly.
(of course, the blue & white version would look damn fantastic too, but it would need a bit of lace somewhere on it. Not a lot, not an overpowering amount, maybe just around the sleeves. Of course, you'd only be able to wear white kneesocks with it, I think, & maroon Converse or the black platforms. But it would be just as nice a dress as the first!)
yes, I know. I think too damn much. ::hides::
(& I think most of the above came from rereading this post & from one that soundthedrums made last night, I do believe.)
☄ ☄ ☄ ☄ ☄ ☄ ☄ ☄ ☄ ☄
☁ ☁ ☁ Another reason (among many) for me to one day escape to England: Vivienne Westwood. Even if I never got to buy anything, to just touch all of that beauty, & maybe . . . a pair of rocking horse ballerinas wait for me over there? Original rocking horse ballerinas? Maybe? Possibly?
My name was Vivienne once. Of course, I was young at the time, so I picked it because it was exotic & prettily spelled, but sigh, it was a lovely name.
(how long can a name reasonably be, anyway?)
☁ ☁ ☁ It is an odd bit of news to admit - I used to smoke a bit, when I was a sillier, less (if ever!) grounded teenager. Not a lot & not constantly, mind you, but I did it. I stopped after my aunt passed on from lung cancer two years ago, but o, I rather miss it now. Yes, I know it's an awful habit & frankly, not that attractive, but I quite miss it nonetheless. I suppose that it doesn't help that anytime I work out of doors, ninety people are sitting next to me smoking away & blowing.it.in.my.face.the.fucking.assholes. At least I don't do that to people when I do it!
(I'm such a poisonous girlthing sometimes.)
☁ ☁ ☁ Does anyone care to offer an explanation as to why I'm not only a) reading a fair bit of Master/Martha ficcage lately but b) downloading mixes for them? WHAT AM I DOING TO MYSELF I DON'T KNOW. More to the point, when did I start liking anything that wasn't Gwen/Martha? (yes, I have an odd fondness for Gwen/Martha. Nope, can't explain this one either.) Hell, I don't even LIKE to ship Martha with anyone that isn't Rose or Gwen, okaaaay. AT ALL! Martha's awesome on her own!
Hmm. O, well, whatcanyahdo? ::laughs::
(& the mix in question is here & HOW HOT IS MARTHA, JUST WANT TO SAY. Why I'm STILL not writing the Ten/Martha clubbing!porn of HOT is beyond me. O, wait, it's 'cause I'm so shy about things like writing. OKAY, DONE THERE.)