dragonlady7

Tonight's the end-of-season awards banquet for my roller derby league.
I admit I lost track and wound up not even voting on the final ballot. I filled out a preliminary one but I never even found out how to fill out a final one, so I sort of just... didn't. The deadline was while I was out of town anyway. I think I wasn't nominated for anything, which is fine. I do know that one of the rival teams deliberately set out to get one of my teammates nominated for, and probably to win, an award she found insulting. Eh, maybe they found it funny; whatever. She'd stood up to them, so now she gets labeled. I'm really not into the whole thing this year.
But I am into going out to an open bar for three hours with my buds, yes I am. I am dressing up and hitting the town and it is going to be fun. There may be disaster and drama, or there may not.
I am wearing the outfit I wore to Ush's wedding, only I am going to wear a camisole underneath so my boobs don't pop out entirely. I know, boring. But I really just don't feel like actually displaying my breasts, including nipples, inadvertently. If it's necessary I'll get them out-- I'd just rather *get them out* than have them get *themselves* out without my express permission.
Looking in the mirror now I'm really wondering what the hell I was *thinking*, to wear that dress with the bra I did in London. Yow. Insanity.

Z is actually shaving. I don't know if I mentioned that he took his beard off while I was gone. It's weird, but what's weirder is how fast I get used to it.

I did an insanely elaborate hairstyle, partly inspired by this, but since I don't have any strung pearls and if I did they'd just get stuck in my hair, I just did it with satin and grosgrain ribbons, with a tiny set of brass knuckles strung on and a little blue star-shaped jewel sewed to the ribbon loosely in one spot. There are little braids with satin ribbons braided in, rag-curled ends, a big braid looped around with thick grosgrain ribbon, tiny braids stitched to my head with narrow grosgrain ribbon, and a long loose bit that falls to my waist in the back. (My hair is tailbone-length at the moment.)
Once I've got the rag curlers out I'll try to remember to take a picture.
I wish I had a pink silk flower to put in it, but I don't. I have a purple one but that wouldn't match anything. I wish, alternately, that I had a fascinator (oo, it has a Wikipedia page! You thought I was making it up, but I wasn't. Hey, it says they're easy to make. Hmm.), like all the cool girls in the UK had. I should've bought one, but it was like $60 with the exchange rate, and it wasn't even that nice.

That can be my next project, after the Pennsic stuff is done. I want to do some steampunkish stuff, and that means Victorian, but of course you can be anachronistic for that kind of thing. So I may make myself a nice comfy corset, from maybe the Civil War era when the figure in fashion was one quite like my figure is naturally, so I can have a minimally-constrictive corset. And then I'll make up some rad duds to go along with it.

Yes, I just used the phrase "rad duds". I don't know what's wrong with me. It must be the hairspray. I never use the stuff.

Yes, I should go finish doing my hair. I will definitely have fun tonight.