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dragonlady7I am wearing a floorlength skirt, which is far more dramatic than I have any right to be. I keep hiking it up. I'm not really cut out for floorlength skirts.
I have a semi-controversial point to make, though, which is that Women of Yore who wore skirts to the ankle and below had two advantages: #1 petticoats, which tend to hold the skirt a little stiffer, and #2 the skirt wasn't jersey knit, which is designed primarily as a slinky drapey marvel of tripping-the-fuck-out-of-you. This is at least nice heavy jersey knit, but it's still jersey knit. I should have worn a slip but I don't own any nice ones anymore. (They're still a thing, right?)
The dress with the floorlength skirt does match my shawl nicely, though.
It is freezing in my office, which, waah, cry me a river, I'm not doing anything about, but I am having another cup of tea. I slept poorly last night, not just because the wind was bonking shit around, but also because Chita needed me to Notice Her. She kept climbing over me, finding a spot, digging at the blankets, then when I finally petted her, trapping my hand and standing on my arm so I couldn't pet her anymore. Which was bizarre, because why get my attention to pet her and then prevent me from petting her? Normally this happens a couple of times in a night and then she settles, but she never settled. She just. kept. doing. it! Argh.
She has been Needy, of late, and I think it's because she can't go out in the yard like she's used to, and she's getting stir-crazy and so wants All The Attention. and I just can't carry her around 5 or 6 hours a day like she'd prefer.
(I do not know how her morning conference calls have been going, lately; whether she and Lt. Col. Haze have attained any of their business goals, and so on. No information has been forthcoming on that front lately, though I do frequently ask her.)
I don't have a headache but my sinuses are bothering me, so there's that.
I drove to work in the sleet, and it snowed quite hard for a bit, but it switched to rain so now it's one degree above freezing and there's fucking slush everywhere. My family are all snowed in, back over Troyward, though, so I guess I'm glad not to be stuck here. Not that I'd be stuck, it's An Mile, but still. I'd rather not have a weather emergency ongoing.
As I have nothing more of merit to say, besides whining about being tired and feeling poorly, I leave you with a photo of my hairstyle that I took to send my bestie, who was discussing possible very-long-hair styles. She's got braids she can sit on; mine is juuuuust almost to my tailbone and has been at that length for numerous years so it's safe to say that's my terminal length. I'm probably due for a trim. Maybe once we get hot water back I can take a nice shower and trim my hair while it's wet.
Oh yeah, we still don't have hot water, but we finally got a second bid and think we're going with the cheaper one since they're also way lower-pressure as salesfolks. And we noticed that the water heater is leaking whether it's on or not, just leaking more if it's on... but it means I could probably turn it on and take a shower tonight with a pretty clear conscience.
I can live pretty well without hot water day to day, I can even bathe without it, mostly, but I'm not gonna wash my hair without it, and it's grinding me down.
I have a semi-controversial point to make, though, which is that Women of Yore who wore skirts to the ankle and below had two advantages: #1 petticoats, which tend to hold the skirt a little stiffer, and #2 the skirt wasn't jersey knit, which is designed primarily as a slinky drapey marvel of tripping-the-fuck-out-of-you. This is at least nice heavy jersey knit, but it's still jersey knit. I should have worn a slip but I don't own any nice ones anymore. (They're still a thing, right?)
The dress with the floorlength skirt does match my shawl nicely, though.
It is freezing in my office, which, waah, cry me a river, I'm not doing anything about, but I am having another cup of tea. I slept poorly last night, not just because the wind was bonking shit around, but also because Chita needed me to Notice Her. She kept climbing over me, finding a spot, digging at the blankets, then when I finally petted her, trapping my hand and standing on my arm so I couldn't pet her anymore. Which was bizarre, because why get my attention to pet her and then prevent me from petting her? Normally this happens a couple of times in a night and then she settles, but she never settled. She just. kept. doing. it! Argh.
She has been Needy, of late, and I think it's because she can't go out in the yard like she's used to, and she's getting stir-crazy and so wants All The Attention. and I just can't carry her around 5 or 6 hours a day like she'd prefer.
(I do not know how her morning conference calls have been going, lately; whether she and Lt. Col. Haze have attained any of their business goals, and so on. No information has been forthcoming on that front lately, though I do frequently ask her.)
I don't have a headache but my sinuses are bothering me, so there's that.
I drove to work in the sleet, and it snowed quite hard for a bit, but it switched to rain so now it's one degree above freezing and there's fucking slush everywhere. My family are all snowed in, back over Troyward, though, so I guess I'm glad not to be stuck here. Not that I'd be stuck, it's An Mile, but still. I'd rather not have a weather emergency ongoing.
As I have nothing more of merit to say, besides whining about being tired and feeling poorly, I leave you with a photo of my hairstyle that I took to send my bestie, who was discussing possible very-long-hair styles. She's got braids she can sit on; mine is juuuuust almost to my tailbone and has been at that length for numerous years so it's safe to say that's my terminal length. I'm probably due for a trim. Maybe once we get hot water back I can take a nice shower and trim my hair while it's wet.
Oh yeah, we still don't have hot water, but we finally got a second bid and think we're going with the cheaper one since they're also way lower-pressure as salesfolks. And we noticed that the water heater is leaking whether it's on or not, just leaking more if it's on... but it means I could probably turn it on and take a shower tonight with a pretty clear conscience.
I can live pretty well without hot water day to day, I can even bathe without it, mostly, but I'm not gonna wash my hair without it, and it's grinding me down.
