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I came out of the bathroom dressed and ready for the day, putting on my jewelry.
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alecaustin," said timprov. "What have you done with the mrissa?"*
I started laughing. "alecaustin doesn't wear tights!"
timprov gave me an eyebrow.
"Okay, so it's a little Goth-ier than my usual."
"You're wearing black tights, a black skirt, a black sweater, and black pearls**. Oh, and now black earrings. You don't think that's more than a little Goth-ier than usual?"
"They're not black tights!" I said. "They're purple tights with black and grey trim."
"This is like zebras," saidtimprov.
My tights are almost nothing like zebras. Zebras are not argyled. Zebras are rarely purple, unless you make them laugh so hard they can't breathe. So, in summary: not like my tights. The thing is, I found these tights yesterday at Target, and there is, asbuymeaclue would say, loff. This is the up side to caring somewhat about clothing: a $4 pair of tights can make me unreasonably happy. It's worth not giving up and wearing a gunny sack, because I am so happy with my tights. (Unless I could wear the tights under a gunny sack. Hmmmm.)
I will be putting on black shoes and a black jacket to go outside. And I considered a black cami top with a black hoodie as an alternative to the black sweater, and I wished the black shirt I ordered had come in, and I thought maybe I need a new black sweater. This Accidental Goth thing, it's hitting me pretty hard this year. I like colors! But I also like tights, and it's not always easy to match good tights, and it's much cheaper to wear black than to run around trying to find shirts to match every $4 pair of tights that makes one's heart sing.
In somewhat deeper news, yesterday I promised myself that if only I would finish this draft of Sampo (new subtitle: The Book of Infinite Revision), I would get to write a fun book yet this year.*** Then I accidentally tripped over spots to do things that needed to happen in Sampo, and so I'm much more cheerful about making it go and about the prospect of actually getting to a fun book yet this year. So that's all good, then.
And you? Good accidents in your day yet?
*I want it noted here that I have seenalecaustin wear colors that were not black. That were not even grey. (Not much, though. But this may have changed in the years since we lived in the same time zone.)
**Hematite beads, courtesy ofgaaneden some years ago.
***What, you may ask, is a fun book? And I will tell you: a book that is not this one.
"Hello,
alecaustin," said timprov. "What have you done with the mrissa?"*I started laughing. "
alecaustin doesn't wear tights!"timprov gave me an eyebrow."Okay, so it's a little Goth-ier than my usual."
"You're wearing black tights, a black skirt, a black sweater, and black pearls**. Oh, and now black earrings. You don't think that's more than a little Goth-ier than usual?"
"They're not black tights!" I said. "They're purple tights with black and grey trim."
"This is like zebras," said
timprov.My tights are almost nothing like zebras. Zebras are not argyled. Zebras are rarely purple, unless you make them laugh so hard they can't breathe. So, in summary: not like my tights. The thing is, I found these tights yesterday at Target, and there is, as
buymeaclue would say, loff. This is the up side to caring somewhat about clothing: a $4 pair of tights can make me unreasonably happy. It's worth not giving up and wearing a gunny sack, because I am so happy with my tights. (Unless I could wear the tights under a gunny sack. Hmmmm.)I will be putting on black shoes and a black jacket to go outside. And I considered a black cami top with a black hoodie as an alternative to the black sweater, and I wished the black shirt I ordered had come in, and I thought maybe I need a new black sweater. This Accidental Goth thing, it's hitting me pretty hard this year. I like colors! But I also like tights, and it's not always easy to match good tights, and it's much cheaper to wear black than to run around trying to find shirts to match every $4 pair of tights that makes one's heart sing.
In somewhat deeper news, yesterday I promised myself that if only I would finish this draft of Sampo (new subtitle: The Book of Infinite Revision), I would get to write a fun book yet this year.*** Then I accidentally tripped over spots to do things that needed to happen in Sampo, and so I'm much more cheerful about making it go and about the prospect of actually getting to a fun book yet this year. So that's all good, then.
And you? Good accidents in your day yet?
*I want it noted here that I have seen
alecaustin wear colors that were not black. That were not even grey. (Not much, though. But this may have changed in the years since we lived in the same time zone.)**Hematite beads, courtesy of
gaaneden some years ago.***What, you may ask, is a fun book? And I will tell you: a book that is not this one.
