nights in black velvet
Dec. 23rd, 2007 09:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
anotheranonNote to self: sewing on black (well, black and grey herringbone) velveteen is hard on the eyes :P
I finished both instant-gratification fun hats I was working on, both of the newsboy type. One fits, one doesn't; the latter I'm going to toss in the wash and see if I can't stretch it the 1/2" or so it needs that way. Both are useful for weekend days when I just can't be bothered to put gunge in my hair.
Conversation from last night: though I enjoy fashion and see it as a list of seasonal toys, I don't feel pressure to keep up anymore - if pop culture is any indication, being fashionable is the province of the young. Being 34 I'm safely on the shelf, so to speak, so I can play - or not - as I like. I figure as long as my hair looks like it's from the current decade, the rest is close enough.
Slept in heavily yesterday and have residual memories of dreams about being in a seance in which nothing happens and living in a great gilded house "behind the scenes" in Hollywood as a kind of underground star-maker. The rest is so nonsensical it's like being in a Duran Duran lyric....
I'm in the middle of Connie Willis' Firewatch short story collection and am enjoying it immensely. "Enjoy" might not be quite the right word, because some of them are really disturbing, but she definitely sticks with you. I read The Doomsday Book a couple of years ago at Shem's (I think?) recommendation but had been lazy about picking up anything else by Willis until listening to this interview on I Should Be Writing (excellent podcast, btw).
Fencing: did fence this morning until that first cup of coffee wore off. My footwork is not as spry as I'd like, but damn if my legs don't make neat shapes when I flex the likes of which I didn't think they were capable of!
I finished both instant-gratification fun hats I was working on, both of the newsboy type. One fits, one doesn't; the latter I'm going to toss in the wash and see if I can't stretch it the 1/2" or so it needs that way. Both are useful for weekend days when I just can't be bothered to put gunge in my hair.
Conversation from last night: though I enjoy fashion and see it as a list of seasonal toys, I don't feel pressure to keep up anymore - if pop culture is any indication, being fashionable is the province of the young. Being 34 I'm safely on the shelf, so to speak, so I can play - or not - as I like. I figure as long as my hair looks like it's from the current decade, the rest is close enough.
Slept in heavily yesterday and have residual memories of dreams about being in a seance in which nothing happens and living in a great gilded house "behind the scenes" in Hollywood as a kind of underground star-maker. The rest is so nonsensical it's like being in a Duran Duran lyric....
I'm in the middle of Connie Willis' Firewatch short story collection and am enjoying it immensely. "Enjoy" might not be quite the right word, because some of them are really disturbing, but she definitely sticks with you. I read The Doomsday Book a couple of years ago at Shem's (I think?) recommendation but had been lazy about picking up anything else by Willis until listening to this interview on I Should Be Writing (excellent podcast, btw).
Fencing: did fence this morning until that first cup of coffee wore off. My footwork is not as spry as I'd like, but damn if my legs don't make neat shapes when I flex the likes of which I didn't think they were capable of!
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Date: 2007-12-24 05:26 am (UTC)(btw, I live pretty close to her! She looks like someones favorite aunt, but is sharp as hell and a good historian)