This has been a long slow arduous day. Especially since I have had to stop every three hours or so and sleep for one or two… But the show must go on, no…? Yes.
I am much better, but it is still here. I woke up clear enough and with some compromise, went out to the DAV. (The compromises: I went at the peak of my decongestant and expectorant, I went late, missing the deal but also missing the hordes of unwashed children, and I made it brief – very brief…) Today was about neckties. Big massive beautiful polyester neckties. *swoon* I also landed the gayest shoes – ever! Mean it!
Ya-huh! Did so.
This week is really about costume, but I suppose this whole series has been about bringing costuming into the everyday. The human body is absurdly beautiful. How much we hide it under is beautifully absurd. Why not make it over-the-top then…?
Too much…?
Good thing I can always blame it on the fever. Honest.
Truthfully, the knickers fail. I cut them too short and was running out of time… Still, it is what it is. I will work on something more complete as time comes along. Lace cuffs and a frilly cravat would have been lovely, but I would hate to go too far. (Wait! I heard that snicker…! Bitches!) So, one of today’s great ties and a lace handkerchief make suitable substitutes…
As it turns out, the hankie is perfect for both my overwrought sinuses and framing my bulge for the obligatory crotch shot… Really, they are all about the textures. Swear! I am digging the idea of mixing greys and browns, which I saw while exploring fabulous pages sent by Mother. Makes sense, really: the cold grey of winter mixed with the warm brown of the earth we crave so much at this point in the year.
If you noticed, I have been working the faux fur collar thing a bit. I like it. It’s queer; just enough, I think. This one…? OMGs! It isn’t black; first one I’ve seen (well, there was that sable thing but the bitch beat me to it! Grrr…) As I was stitching buttons onto the sport coat, I made a connection: the lining of the collar matched the lining of the jacket exactly. That is when my nipples got rock hard, proving further yet that I was, indeed, feeling better… Seriously. It happened.
The tie…? Wow. The was a cool thing. I am not a big label queen. It is all thrifting. I pay attention to the labels to know what quality of garment is involved. And with neckties, it is almost always based on color, pattern and texture. Any labels turn up once they get home… Just like in that Billy Joel song, right? Well, you could really be a Beau Brummell baby if you just give it half a chance…
Beyond that, web searches were confusing, perhaps due to fever: obviously, the original Beau Brummell didn’t make polyester ties… and if it was the store, they must have sold out to other shops, because this tie also has a tag that reads Macy’s Men’s Store – Missouri-Kansas. Who can say. either way around it, Billy Joel has been crooning away in my head all day. I want to shoot him. Just sayin’…
And then the shoes:
I saw them last week, when <lj-user=kumazuki> was visiting, but they were nine bucks… um, no, not for costuming… They were there still this week. And… their price was slashed to four ninety-eight. And… they were an orange tag, which was fifty percent off. Yeah, they are so mine…
That is how they roll at the DAV.
The shoes are kinda crazy. They are Giorgio Brutini: patent leather and something very close to satin grosgrain. Yes, like the ribbon… They can make the perfect fop shoe, I think. True I need to finish proper knickers and all the lacy who-ha to go along, but hey…. I need something to work on during the next cold….
And that brings us full circle…
Remember, if I wake in the morning and look and shriek, I am gonna blame the fever.
That is how I roll…
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