My brain is playing the showtunes station today - scraps of Phantom of the Opera while I got dressed, now Man of La Mancha. Maybe it's the memory of Slammerkin that's making "...a strumpet men use and forget" echo in my mind.
I'm wearing most of my Zoe costume now, so I can go straight along to after work to meet up with
greyhoundliz and
jimmi_obadger for the 7:10 show of Serenity. I have on a dark blue denim shirt very much like the one Zoe wears at the beginning of "Our Mrs Reynolds" and dark brown cordoroy pants of what seems to me an appropriately Zoe-ish shape, and practical brown ankle boots(not to be confused with the dressy brown ankle boots which last winter were giving me corns and may need to be entirely retired.) Later I'll tuck my shirt in, put on a wide belt, a ribbon necklace, and an I-could-kill-you-with-my-pinkie attitude. (Liz and/or Jimmi - I have the makings of a necklace thing for Liz, too.) My hair looks acceptable, which I will count as a win, since whenever Product comes into the picture, there's always at least a fifty percent chance of tangled, crunchy disaster. (I am perhaps the definition of 'low femme' - I am interested in Doing Things with my hair but don't care enough to practice enough that I have more than even odds of succeeding with any styling effort other than the brush-and-insert-barettes or the french-braid updo.)
I'm wearing most of my Zoe costume now, so I can go straight along to after work to meet up with
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