We're All Mad, Here. But Not Mad Enough to Party For Two Nights in a Row.
I've done a rudimentary clean-up job for the night's work. Tonight, darling readers, is the night that I get back into writing again. I did a little work (read: one paragraph) whilst in Ireland but was generally too distracted for much - I had to make the most of my time there, after all - and the few days after coming back, my heart just wasn't in it.
Smiller's party was two days ago; the TV/Film themed one, anyway. I didn't go to the GaGa themed one - parties traditionally leave me crippled for three days so two in a row would have been pushing it a bit. I managed to finish my hat (le joys!) and my costume was as follows...
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Smiller's party was two days ago; the TV/Film themed one, anyway. I didn't go to the GaGa themed one - parties traditionally leave me crippled for three days so two in a row would have been pushing it a bit. I managed to finish my hat (le joys!) and my costume was as follows...
- Aforementioned hat.
- "Swiss cheese" armwarmers in pink + black stripes.
- Burgundy floral shirt with frilly cuffs + collar.
- Flared jeans shortened by four inches.
- Floral waistcoat in pale greens + pinks.
- Green patterned shoes.
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