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Okay, so, next week I'm going to San Francisco because my brother in law is getting married, see? The wedding is on a boat, somewhat formal, & most of the family seems to have retro-engineered their dresses from Costa Rica to be tea-length. I took my blue bridesmaid dress in to David's Bridal, for a rush-job alteration.
Blood+ is on Adult Swim...they started re-airing the entire series last night. Once you've seen the whole story, the beginning is twice as poignant. I love a story that can twist your heart up like that. Cowboy Bebop & Wolf's Rain do that to me too.
Today during my bike ride I saw something I've only ever seen once before. I passed a field full of Canada geese. There were hundreds of them. They weren't making any noise at all...they were just walking slowly, heads raised on long necks, looking south. The whole field of geese were silently pacing south, as if they could hear something calling them. It was beautiful & eerie, and I watched them for ten minutes or so as they crossed the field. Then, just before the tree line, they suddenly exploded into the air as if they'd all received a cue at the same instant. Somehow the whole mass rose into the air without any collisions (a miracle, there were hundreds of them), arranged themselves into phalanxes, and arrowed south. I wished I could go with them. I guess Summer is ending.
And I saw this dress. And I fell in love. And I bought it. And it is really REALLY red. OMG it's not just red, it's like a candy-apple red & it has a red lace overdress with sparkles in it with a satin layer under that & a tulle flounce under that & it's strapless & just a Hot Tomale of a party dress.
And I don't know what got into me! I mean, I'm going to be 42 this year. This is not a dress that a 42-year-old ought to be wearing. It's sparkly and sexy and way too red, plus it begs you to twirl yourself about when you wear it 'cause of all the poufy flouncy sparkly fun. I bought a wonderful little tiny black jacket that wraps around & has a great off-the-shoulder line to it & sweet tight 3/4 sleeves, which looks AWESOME with the dress. Finally I look like I have a tiny wasp waist, & the black against that sparkly red just looks amazing & crisp & young. But holy monkey, this is probably the wrong kind of dress.
I just couldn't help it...I tried it on & it looked so incredible. The blue dress from Costa Rica looked matronly & baggy, & after losing so much weight, pretty much the whole thing needed to be adjusted. The little red dress fit like a glove. With my darker hair & my light skin (I've been avoiding tanning 'cause of a skin cancer scare I had), it just looked like it was made for me. I figure, this might be the last time I could wear something so fun & pretty. I won't have this babyface forever. Just LOOK at Paul McCartney...that's what happens to babyfaces. You go merrily along year after year looking cute cute cute cute...FROG. I can see it coming. One of these decades I'm going to slam right into "frog" and my party dress days will be over.
That day is not today, though. Today I have a red dress with a sassy black jacket & sparkles, & tomorrow I'm buying black shoes (with heels!) and some kind of sparkly black necklace to decorate myself with (my throat & shoulders look too bare & white...they need decoration) and then I will truly be ready. Yes, there will be pictures soon (I have to get the shoes first...I'm not DONE until I have the shoes!)
I just hope I don't make an ass of myself. *shrug* Anyway, it's a head-turner. ;-) I'm totally wearing it for New Year's Eve at the casino this January, I've already decided.
And I don't know what got into me! I mean, I'm going to be 42 this year. This is not a dress that a 42-year-old ought to be wearing. It's sparkly and sexy and way too red, plus it begs you to twirl yourself about when you wear it 'cause of all the poufy flouncy sparkly fun. I bought a wonderful little tiny black jacket that wraps around & has a great off-the-shoulder line to it & sweet tight 3/4 sleeves, which looks AWESOME with the dress. Finally I look like I have a tiny wasp waist, & the black against that sparkly red just looks amazing & crisp & young. But holy monkey, this is probably the wrong kind of dress.
I just couldn't help it...I tried it on & it looked so incredible. The blue dress from Costa Rica looked matronly & baggy, & after losing so much weight, pretty much the whole thing needed to be adjusted. The little red dress fit like a glove. With my darker hair & my light skin (I've been avoiding tanning 'cause of a skin cancer scare I had), it just looked like it was made for me. I figure, this might be the last time I could wear something so fun & pretty. I won't have this babyface forever. Just LOOK at Paul McCartney...that's what happens to babyfaces. You go merrily along year after year looking cute cute cute cute...FROG. I can see it coming. One of these decades I'm going to slam right into "frog" and my party dress days will be over.
That day is not today, though. Today I have a red dress with a sassy black jacket & sparkles, & tomorrow I'm buying black shoes (with heels!) and some kind of sparkly black necklace to decorate myself with (my throat & shoulders look too bare & white...they need decoration) and then I will truly be ready. Yes, there will be pictures soon (I have to get the shoes first...I'm not DONE until I have the shoes!)
I just hope I don't make an ass of myself. *shrug* Anyway, it's a head-turner. ;-) I'm totally wearing it for New Year's Eve at the casino this January, I've already decided.
Blood+ is on Adult Swim...they started re-airing the entire series last night. Once you've seen the whole story, the beginning is twice as poignant. I love a story that can twist your heart up like that. Cowboy Bebop & Wolf's Rain do that to me too.
Today during my bike ride I saw something I've only ever seen once before. I passed a field full of Canada geese. There were hundreds of them. They weren't making any noise at all...they were just walking slowly, heads raised on long necks, looking south. The whole field of geese were silently pacing south, as if they could hear something calling them. It was beautiful & eerie, and I watched them for ten minutes or so as they crossed the field. Then, just before the tree line, they suddenly exploded into the air as if they'd all received a cue at the same instant. Somehow the whole mass rose into the air without any collisions (a miracle, there were hundreds of them), arranged themselves into phalanxes, and arrowed south. I wished I could go with them. I guess Summer is ending.
