costume stuff

The Germans will be coming through with the rest of my money next week, which means I can order my Regency tailcoat just in the nick of time. Meanwhile, am having my brain explode perusing various costume sites. It looks like I won't have to make my own breeches now, as there is a company that makes exactly the right thing in a boys size that will fit me exactly for the same price as the damn fabric would cost me. This is a great good thing. It also stops me from looking at all the fabulous trousers (not appropriate for evening wear) with buttons up the side of the legs. This is me stopping. Right now. I swear. Heavens. *fans self*.

I don't, apparently, really have to worry about shoes, because apparently men did carry dance slippers to balls and change into the things -- so my black dance shoes are already just fine.

and waistcoat, shirt and neck cloth are all within my sewing powers, if I just get off my ass and do it.

sundries

Remember that thing about catching up on correspondence? Tonight probably. It certainly wasn't last night. Man I wish I could have slept in today.

I'm meeting Marrilynn at the museum at 11. We've not seen each other in over ten years, or really spoken during that time except intermittantly since about six months after I got back from Sydney. These things always make me feel mildly trepidacious, because they are depressing if they are just small-talk, but I'm not sure what else being in the common world is, if that makes sense. Of course, there is the lost art of meaningful small-talk as opposed to grousing about the weather, although today it looks like the weather merits grousing about. Finally, we can't just pop into any restaurant because of my health thing.

I had really wanted to go to Cafe Sabarsky, which is dear to my heart, but aside from being a source of utter evil on the weekends, in perusing their menu, other than tea, I'm not sure I can ever go there again, which is SAD. SAD SAD SAD. I've cultivated this litle list of restaurants whose borders, mostly for decor and atmosphere reasons, overlap with my internal mental landscape. Cafe Sabarsky is one of them, and like The Burgeoise Pig, may now be next to impossible for me to go to for more than hot beverages.

Meanwhile, on AC people are ganging up on some poor girl who has written articles about her choice to be submissive (in a D/s context) to her hsuband. graned, her phrasing of it wasn't clear that this was a lifestyle and sexual choice, but even so, people should fuck off and leave her alone and go after the woman who keeps witing about how america won't ever be healthy again until all women stay home, raise children and are sure to earn less than their husbands. That's teh type of submission we should be up in arms about. I, meanwhile, amtrying not to making coming to the other girl's defense my latest "I'm bored and look, htere are stupid people on the Internet!" project.

I wish I could wear the big black Kambriel coat today. I can't. It won't break 80, but it's stil too hot. I feel the need for the insulation though.

Sometimes Knowlege -- SS/NM/LM -- 18+

TITLE: Sometimes Knowlege
Pairings: Severus Snape/Narcissa Malfoy/Lucius Malfoy
Rating: 18+
Author's note: I asked for bunnies and jothanbar said he was certain Draco was Severus's child and could I do something with that. It turns out I could, and have.
Other Projects:

If you’re looking for slash, het, poly, Book-6 compliant Slytherin backstory please visit Fascilis Descensus Averno a WIP written with kalichan. It features Severus Snape, Lucius & Narcissa Malfoy, Bellatrix & Rodolphus Lestrange and Regulus Black and mostly takes place in 1979 – 1981 but has forays both significantly forward and back in time. It is also a multimedia project.

Ghosts / Unfinished Games, a Snape/OFC romance, is also being repaired, reposted and finished.
Disclaimer: It’s JKR’s world, I just mess about with it.

( When he was small, Severus Snape’s mother had read to him about King Arthur )