Surprise, Bookface!
I had my waist at 22½" this morning. Almost closed! Might have to buy a new one. Or a waspie. I will be getting an overbust though. Femme fatale, maybe long line, maybe shoulder straps. Still undecided on the fabric. Perhaps I should deviate from the regular black... (Oh good lord no!)
Tara should get one in bottle green. It's good to be lazy.
I had to take it off to do work seeing as the discomfort is a tad distracting, but I have no shortage of distractions with or without it anyway. I went downstairs to print some illegal, and while Junk Bucket Computer was attempting to find itself and its friends, Firefox, Adobe and Lexmark, I found our long unused calligraphy brush, inkpot and stone in Dad's study. So of course, the clever thing to do was to grind some ink and see whether or not I could still write with a brush.
Short answer: no.
But it was just as fun as I remember. In school, we used to have calligraphy books with the words outlined in red, and we were meant to write over them, following the little arrows teaching you the brush strokes. The big people didn't need the arrows, and the even bigger people didn't need the outline. I used to just colour it in when I started... I thought no one would notice. I did enjoy it though, it was a solid, educational excuse to make a mess grinding the ink. I think I'll get my own set...
The procrasturbation continues. I could do with some mahjong.
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