Death Is A Dance On The Forest Floor

You will always, always be wrong.

Exhibit A: Harry Potter: UR DOIN IT RONG.

Exhibit B: I'm a fan of zombie!fic and all, but what bad acid trip convinced this guy this would be a good idea? The fact that there is apparently a MARKET for this stuff is what really scares me.

The fact that one of them has NASCAR-themed bathrooms - yes, you saw that right, that's plural - is really horrifying me right now.

However. I am proud that my friends are not all cookie-cutter copies of each other. Even those of us with very similar tastes in some areas have wildly divergent tastes in others. So I will be happy for my friend and her husband and their scary, scary house because it means we all get to be who we are without apology.

And that is as it should be.

Jeebus Christ on a pogo stick, I have too much fabric!

You guys, I pack the weirdest shit together when I move.

All this is by way of saying that I wanted to wear my green satin skirt to the concert on Sunday. I cannot in fact FIND my green satin skirt; it isn't in any of my drawers or on any of the hangers in my closet. Since I can't remember actually having seen it since I moved into this house, I started pulling boxes out and going through them.

I found my favorite pair of jeans from high school. I found a box containing candle holders which probably haven't seen daylight since they were packed up to move out of Mum's house. I found a bag of what look like they might possibly be shower curtain rings, but could be something else entirely. I found the remnants of the French maid costume which I completely failed to make. I found several feet of black pleather that I had forgotten I ever owned (but which I now have evil ideas for.) I found a few yards of the fabric I made luvclarinet's prom dress from. I found a copy of "How To Turn Your Boyfriend Into A Love Slave," which lossenminuial thought was hilarious when she gave it to me, and which is frankly one hell of a lot funnier now.

I found the scraps of the green satin that were left over from when I made the green satin skirt.

My house now looks like a bomb went off and exploded shredded clothing everywhere.

But I still cannot for the life of me find that green satin skirt.

"You must have been the second woman God created after Eve, because when I saw you it was like I found my missing rib!"

Stupid and ridiculous to begin with. Using it on the PAGAN CHICK...? Epic fail.