i've been feeling strange.

i feel like i'm losing my interest in clothes. i mean, i still love clothes, but i'm tired of all the ones i own. i was on a lace and frills and whites and pinks and nudes and delicate things kick for the past few months, and now i'm sick of it all. i want to wear black and have strong shoulders. i want thigh-high boots and chunky heels.

i bought some new things this weekend. white oxfords and a black sweater dress with leather fringe that looks ridiculous on me but i inexplicably had to have it. these are more how i want to feel. i also bought a pretty dress that needs an occasion to be worn. it's an ivory colour with beaded roses that reminded me of some of the close-ups of the beading in my valentino book, but less elaborate and less vintage and less valentino. it has the most perfectly-shaped low back and is just my size.

i think a haircut might help. but i missed my chance for that. maybe i'll do it myself. be more daring. also doing laundry might make me remember about things i've not worn for weeks.

i want my mail to arrive so i can put new glasses on my face and shallow my depth of field.

maybe i'll start taking pictures of my outfits again to post here and on my ravelry group. that might make me feel a little better about myself.

i need to do laundry. except that i don't have any change and don't feel like traipsing about campus to get some. maybe i'll just sort out my clothes into large piles on the floor and put together things that combine a sufficient amount of frilly and black.

i'm going to have more pictures and less complaining next time, okay?