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sabineToday sucked. In an attempt to remember things like "smiling" and "feeling good about myself", I went and got dressed up. Sadly, most of the pictures turned out poorly (damn lighting), so they will be retaken. Here are a couple, though, that I like well enough to share.
This is a green suede bodice that I finished last week. It doesn't so much "breathe", but it's really pretty and feels nice. I'm going to steal![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cadhla's phrase - the skirt is too short to deserve all the letters, therefore it's a "ski". :-)
Here you can see my kick-ass Boots of Doom. Well, you can sort of see them. You can also see my dog, who really wanted to be in these pictures. If I'd been canted any further forward, you'd also be seeing my ass because, damn, the ski is short.
Aaaand, the obligatory Cleavage of Doom shot. No, I had no idea that he'd take this picture when I went to pet the dog. I would *never* do something so brazen on *purpose*. Perish the thought.
If something goes horribly wrong with my gown or the church, I have a back-up plan. I'm going to remake the above outfit out of white leather with a whole bunch of extra lace. We'll get a bag of eyepatches, a barrel of rum, and have a Pastafarian ceremony. All present will be touched by His Noodly Appendage and we may even attempt to invoke the blessing of the Almighty Darwin.
No, I'm not telling you where the dress shop is. No, I'm not telling you what church we're going to be at. No, I don't know where to get a barrel of rum or 100 eyepatches on short notice. Yes, I've made sketches for a pirate bride outfit (I like to plan for these things, you know).
This is a green suede bodice that I finished last week. It doesn't so much "breathe", but it's really pretty and feels nice. I'm going to steal
cadhla's phrase - the skirt is too short to deserve all the letters, therefore it's a "ski". :-)Here you can see my kick-ass Boots of Doom. Well, you can sort of see them. You can also see my dog, who really wanted to be in these pictures. If I'd been canted any further forward, you'd also be seeing my ass because, damn, the ski is short.
Aaaand, the obligatory Cleavage of Doom shot. No, I had no idea that he'd take this picture when I went to pet the dog. I would *never* do something so brazen on *purpose*. Perish the thought.
If something goes horribly wrong with my gown or the church, I have a back-up plan. I'm going to remake the above outfit out of white leather with a whole bunch of extra lace. We'll get a bag of eyepatches, a barrel of rum, and have a Pastafarian ceremony. All present will be touched by His Noodly Appendage and we may even attempt to invoke the blessing of the Almighty Darwin.
No, I'm not telling you where the dress shop is. No, I'm not telling you what church we're going to be at. No, I don't know where to get a barrel of rum or 100 eyepatches on short notice. Yes, I've made sketches for a pirate bride outfit (I like to plan for these things, you know).
