My school started before any other in the area, because we're chartered and we can do that. We also get a Halloween Break, and lots of random days off. Plus it's the most fucking badass school on earth, for various interesting reasons including chandeliers, ghosts, knee socks, and teachers as weird as we are. Teachers who go to Obama parties, for instance.
Last night was amazingly surreal and fun. I hung out with Ari and Hana after school- we played with my niece (for purposes of simplicity- we're not related) Monkey and went to the book sale the library was having, counting the weird looks we got along the way. Final count was something like 16, and we only walked two blocks. I did have a dolly, though, to cart my books around on, and Ari and I were both rather steampunk-ish-looking at the time.
We've become connoisseurs of weird looks- I, for one, appreciate them and maybe even seek them out. I love messing with people's heads in any way possible. Maybe it's because I was such a freaky geeky little kid who never, ever got noticed- I'm still freaky and geeky but dammit, I'm not going to be quiet about it anymore. You're going to see, and you're going to THINK about it. It's not illegal yet- think about this person, this maybe-brave, maybe-insane, maybe-just-eccentric person who DARES to challenge your beloved norms and please, please consider it, and whether or not you could want to be an individual like them. But not like them, as that, of course, would defeat the purpose.
Yes, I'm a little pissed off at the sheeple at the moment. I suppose it's mostly fedoras. Why the hell are fedoras suddenly the pinnacle of mainstream awesome all of a sudden?! Fedoras are MINE. But it's not just fedoras- if it were just fedoras, we could blame Harrison Ford- anyone else noticed the sudden interest in pinstripes, knee socks, vests, and odd skirts?! America is stalking me. The bitch conglomerate is stealing my clothes. If I see just one person in a non-gothy-PVC corset, I'll have to kill something.
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Yeah! Corset! My Leg Avenue by way of GoodGoth.com corset arrived today. You can has review!
I like to start with faults. This garment has three noticeable ones-
ITEM THE FIRST- The busk is weird. Fastening it is nearly impossible, as it keeps popping off even when there's no strain on it. Once it's laced, it's not a problem, though I did notice that one loop was slightly bent when I took it off.
ITEM THE SECOND- The laces aren't long enough unless you re-lace everything differently. Minor, but it irketh me.
ITEM THE THIRD- The colour isn't as pictured. The photo on their website shows a mostly purple satin brocade with gold embroidered dragons, but mine is mostly black, with bronze dragons and purplish flowers. Picture issue? A different item? I don't really care, because this pattern owns- close up, it's clearly dragons; but from a distance, it looks like camouflage. Epic win.
It's also a bit short for my taste, and not quite hourglass enough- I know, I know, it' off-the-rack, I wasn't expecting something I can tightlace with, but even so, I can easily get the waist all the way shut and then some, but not without cutting off circulation to my bosoms. Eh, I have weird measurements. My fault for being a long-torso'd, dramatically curvy weirdo.
HOWEVER- This corset is freaking awesome. Despite the issues I have with it, as a decorative, everyday garment it OWNS THE WORLD. It's freaky comfortable if I leave the waist slack, and it's really well-made. Hooray for steel and perfect posture. And it's really versatile- technically it's Victorian/modern styling, but my outfit today was purely Edwardian, and I'm even planning on wearing it if I end up going to Hollygrove for TLAPD. And to Homecoming. I need to make my skirt.
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This is the part where I look back and say, Holy shit, Kat, your therapist wasn't kidding about ADD. Ahem. Yes. Back on topic.Last night, while playing with Monkey, who will someday rule the world, we were fed faulty information about conservative protesters outside the grungy old theatre where they were planning to throw a party while broadcasting Obama's acceptance speech. They didn't exist, but we got to thinking- what if we went up to protesters or Republicans in general, proudly displaying our Obama gear and liberal awesomeness, and cheerfully, sympathetically, politely offered them a lolly? Thus, Lollies for Republicans was born. We don't exist yet, but it's our hypothetical mission to spread peace and love and sweetness to those poor, grumpy, sour old Republican hearts (or stones. Whatever.).
So Hana and I went into said theatre for the party at around 9 p.m. and were shocked to find the place packed. With liberals. In our conservative little fail-town. We were so happy. Our teachers and fellow students had taken over a section, so we sat near them, munching on pretzels and screaming our support to the televised stadium. During one of the songs in between speeches, someone decide to hit a balloon into the air, and someone else hit it back up when it fell, and someone else kept it in the air and we passed it around, grinning, teachers and students and old ladies in big hats and street punks with cat ears, small children and college kids, like it was a balloon of... I dunno, hope (let's stick with the theme!), and we needed each other to keep it aloft. Pretty soon, more balloons joined the first until the air was full of them, gently drifting down and being suddenly shot back up. What other political crowd would do this?! To quote Anne Lamott (probably not accurately, as my copies of her books are still packed from the move and I can't look it up)- 'God, I love the Democratic Party.'
Obama's speech was insane. Amazing. We all clapped and laughed along at the beginning, when he couldn't get a word out, and cheered for the rest of it. I don't even remember what he said- I know it was great, but I was too caught up in the carnival atmosphere to commit it to memory.
We got free buttons, and a yard sign that I carried over my head as we walked back to my place, looking like an idiot. We were locked out, so we decided to walk to Family Video along the new boardwalk (it's nearly done, but still closed off to the public. We hiked through a sandy construction site to get to it. It's really, really cool- it goes behind a factory and over the water, hugging the shoreline, and there are trees overhanging it and the lights from the harbor after dark are beautiful.), because they have free kids' movies. We selected five Disney and Disney-type DVDs- the guy behind the desk told me that they usually only allowed two, the glanced at the Obama button I had pinned to my hat, grinned, and said, 'But I can let you through, just tonight.'
There was an old door and frame someone was throwing away on the way back. I want to go back and get it and use it as the entrance to my garden- I'll leave the door ajar and grow climbing roses over the frame. One of the glass panels in the top had been shattered, which made it look even cooler.
We got back at around one, but stayed outside for a bit longer, as we didn't want to wake Monkey by knocking. The mosquitoes were too bad to stay for long, though. Fucking mosquitoes. Stealing, as Emily said, my blood virginity.
I started reading Case Closed. I'm four volumes in and I love it.
Go 'bama!
Kat
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