Run in circles, scream and shout
Yay, shirt is here! And fits. And goes well with leggings. Giving me something to wear as pajamas on the great roadtrip which commences in just a few hours. Woohoo!
I am pep-talking myself that this is going to be fun, fun, fun!---because I have my share of apprehensions and neuroses*. I hate long car trips, especially when I'm not driving. I don't like sharing a room---much less a bed! And then there's the Special Hell of spinster anxiety that weddings provoke, even those of loved ones...and there was a time when I had strong unrequited feelings for Dr Bizarre. (Okay, so that's almost two decades ago and it's waned. It's still another case of me being rejected and the guy marrying someone else. Even if it's a guy I don't want anymore. He's supposed to pine for me, damn it! Look, I SAID it was neurotic, I didn't say it was sensible.) Fun, damn it! Shopping! Swimming! Seeing my old friend marry the mother of his children.
Okay...I need breakfast and I need to finish working on the dress. Yes, I'm still sewing the fucking trim on. And it's puckering. *headdesk* WHY did I think this was a good idea? Remind me? (Yes, I have packed the bustier to wear under it.) At least I'll be well-accessorized. I have a silver clutch, pretty shoes, and a terrific necklace that I made myself.
Yes, I will get pictures.
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* ETA: No email for 72 hours is freaking me out! (Hell, more than 12 hours without email and I'm a wreck!)
I am pep-talking myself that this is going to be fun, fun, fun!---because I have my share of apprehensions and neuroses*. I hate long car trips, especially when I'm not driving. I don't like sharing a room---much less a bed! And then there's the Special Hell of spinster anxiety that weddings provoke, even those of loved ones...and there was a time when I had strong unrequited feelings for Dr Bizarre. (Okay, so that's almost two decades ago and it's waned. It's still another case of me being rejected and the guy marrying someone else. Even if it's a guy I don't want anymore. He's supposed to pine for me, damn it! Look, I SAID it was neurotic, I didn't say it was sensible.) Fun, damn it! Shopping! Swimming! Seeing my old friend marry the mother of his children.
Okay...I need breakfast and I need to finish working on the dress. Yes, I'm still sewing the fucking trim on. And it's puckering. *headdesk* WHY did I think this was a good idea? Remind me? (Yes, I have packed the bustier to wear under it.) At least I'll be well-accessorized. I have a silver clutch, pretty shoes, and a terrific necklace that I made myself.
Yes, I will get pictures.
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* ETA: No email for 72 hours is freaking me out! (Hell, more than 12 hours without email and I'm a wreck!)