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przedLast Friday I failed in my bid to be a consumer when the Complete Sherlock Holmes Granada series was sold out. Tonight, I made up for that. (Though not, alas, with the Holmes box.)
We went to the One of a Kind Show, a regular monster show where various artisans sell their wares. The plan was to get a few summer dresses for Ros. I had no intention of getting anything for myself.
Then I found this jacket:
It's hard to tell from the picture, since it's black on black, but it's a very steampunk-like, Victorian styled jacket, with a bazillion buttons up the front, a mandarin collar, and black pleated lace at the wrists.
Oh, and a bustle at the back:
It was stupidly expensive, but also the sort of piece that I would have kicked myself for not buying. And now that I'm gainfully employed and have a bunch of severance leftover (most of which I'll be investing responsibly) I figured it was time to be a little indulgent.
(The Sweetie, on seeing all the unspeakably lovely clothes at the booth where I got it asked "Is this what the fashionably dressed Holmes fan is wearing this season?" And the bloke who ran it tried every one of there wonderfully wacky hats on me. His designer partner insisted that the hats were wearing me, instead of me wearing the hats--short people cannot carry off top hats, especially not with feathers--but it was still fun.)
We went to the One of a Kind Show, a regular monster show where various artisans sell their wares. The plan was to get a few summer dresses for Ros. I had no intention of getting anything for myself.
Then I found this jacket:
It's hard to tell from the picture, since it's black on black, but it's a very steampunk-like, Victorian styled jacket, with a bazillion buttons up the front, a mandarin collar, and black pleated lace at the wrists.
Oh, and a bustle at the back:
It was stupidly expensive, but also the sort of piece that I would have kicked myself for not buying. And now that I'm gainfully employed and have a bunch of severance leftover (most of which I'll be investing responsibly) I figured it was time to be a little indulgent.
(The Sweetie, on seeing all the unspeakably lovely clothes at the booth where I got it asked "Is this what the fashionably dressed Holmes fan is wearing this season?" And the bloke who ran it tried every one of there wonderfully wacky hats on me. His designer partner insisted that the hats were wearing me, instead of me wearing the hats--short people cannot carry off top hats, especially not with feathers--but it was still fun.)
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Date: 2010-04-01 03:38 am (UTC)I fell in love with her the first time she ran through her bedroom and there, on the wall, was a pinned-up poster of Eleanor Roosevelt. *g*
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Date: 2010-04-01 03:41 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-04-01 03:48 am (UTC)My youngest friend has now reached the grand old age of 12. We've been "officially" friends since she announced clearly and *loudly* when she was four that we are very good friends and will remain very good friends and that this fact is in no way connected to the fact that I'm very good friends with her mother. *g* I think she instinctively recognized someone else who was an odd child and thought I'd make a decent guide... ah, the innocence of youth.
Oooh mini-ramble. Anyway, I bought her the Olivia Theatre several years back and we spent hours playing with it. I taught her how to impersonate Laurence Olivier doing Richard III... I still don't think her father has forgiven me.