I feel refreshed and rejouvinated, sorry, I didn't want to update while I was away. Anyway, my brother likes to buy a lot of things from and I must admit; they sell pretty neat stuff. For example; they have a usb flash drive a little bigger than an average human toe nail, but it's 8 gigs! Holy smokes, I can put that sucker in my wallet and go on about my day.
Pretty intense if you ask me, the price is not too high not to low at $49.99.
I will tell you right now though, the most glorious of all the products they have is not the , or the , but the . Why? Because I play spork wars and if I had that spork, I'd be invincible.
I saw Kung-Fu Panda last night. It's a great film! Way better than we dared hope :-) Of course it always helps if you go in expecting it to be complete crap... ;-)
Anyway, to important matters: One of my best friends is getting married and I need a dress... You can't find anything pretty in my size in the shops round here. The message I get is 'Large people should wear tents.' Maybe they hope we'll put more effort into dieting...
So I've been looking online. And I've found some I like, one or two of which might even be suitable for a wedding ;-)
Now please PLEASE help me!!! What do you think of them:
I like it, but I'm a bit worried about the straplessness... Although come to think of it, my chest's big enough to hold any dress up. I've stood my bottle of water on it before... (don't ask)
This is one of my favourites. I think I look ok in blue. (But what on earth is a 'smocking dress'?!)
I like the one with the blue pattern. But it's probably too formal. And mainly black...
Like all of these, but again black and very formal...
From the same place as the last two, so again, maybe too formal. But the pink one's not so black ;-)
I quite liked this one initially, but I seem to gone off it. There are lots of prettier dresses out there, right?
Quite like this one, except for the sleeves: a) the wedding is in August so it's likely to be quite warm and b) I sweat anyway, so a large dark patch is certain to develop there, and c) I'd probably find that my arms are fatter than is normal for women my size (there's alway something) and the sleeves wouldn't fit...
Like this one. Red's one of my favourite colours :-)
This one's kind of pretty, but I'm not sure. Lacy? Hmm...
Cute colour, nice dress. Nothing special though.
I like this one. Very nice.
This one is also very pretty. I'm just not sure such a light colour suits me...
The black version of the last one. Love it. But black for a wedding?
Yay, red! Don't know what to think of the pattern on the bust though, especially since I can't make it out properly.
Pretty. And from a Swiss shop, so easier. But again, black?
Not sure about the colour of this one. It looks good on her. But I'm probably too pale to bring it off... And there's the straplessness again ;-)
Another of my favourites. Problem is that there's a ten week order time, the wedding's in six weeks and I'd probably need to get it fitted too...
Pink! (Ok, fushia, whatever!) I love the colour! And the rest is not bad either (except for the half cut off head...)
My absolute favourite! I completely and utterly adore it. I'm just not sure it's suited for a wedding. Is it? I think I'll have to buy this one anyway, even if I don't wear it to the wedding and even though I don't actually wear dresses. This dress is worth the discomfort of dress-wearing :-D
So those are the candidates. Now PLEASE HELP ME!!! I'm useless at decisions!
As an avid watcher of big brother I heard one of the contestants asking the following questions, so thought I would share them with you as I didn't have the answers.
We started as people who were naked so why did we start to wear clothes? Were we meant to wear clothes or were we supposed to get warm in a similar way to animals?
Why did we start cutting our nails and our hair? Were we supposed to just let them grow? Were we supposed to have beards?
Have we created all these things to "polish" ourselves up?
If we look back is that what God intended?
As I am typing my mum is saying "didn't it all start when Adam and Eve created sin by eating the apple in the garden of Eden?"
(a compendium of queer words for the modern fag with a passion for the Middle Ages added hebdomadally on the Sabbath day)
35.) Dizen -transitive verb
a.) To deck out in fine clothes or ornaments.*
[Origin: possibly from the Middle Dutch disen meaning "to prepare a distaff with flax for spinning," or from Middle Low German dise, disene or "bunch of flax."]
2nd Part of the correspondence of theory and practice with Dana of
My apologies for the rambling on this one.
The concept of home varies from person to person. I see us as having two homes. The first is the physical one we live in the second is our shell, our body.
For me the physical home is a sacrosanct place where no one may tread without my permission. It's my shelter from the storm around me. The only people ever invited into it, other than the most beloved man I live with, are those very close to me, the people I'd happily trust with my life, soul and heart without a second thought, and even then only rarely is an invitation extended. I am a private person and my home is a private place. Here I keep all my secrets tucked away in corners, my hidden passions, my silly dreams. There are places within the home that are more important to me than others. The kitchen, for example, is the heart of the home to me. I come from a large family and cooking was a big part of our bonding time and now it is the same with my partner and I. You can guarantee, no matter how stressed we are, that we spend a good half hour each night in the kitchen and another hour or two talking over and after dinner.
My house itself is my alter. I don't have a deity based practice though I have deity in my life so I feel no need to keep a fully functioning alter set up in a specific place. I work with what I have at hand in whatever space is appropriate at the time. Spells involving mess are done in the kitchen, spells involving my mental state are done in the bathroom etc. Quan Yin watches over us from the top of the book shelf in the lounge room. Morpheus, king of dreams, will be watching over us in the bedroom (as soon as I figure out which box he's in). My gods, traditional or otherwise, are scattered thorough out the home rather than located in one space and are moved whenever whim or necessity calls. This requires a level of dedication to the up-keep of the home. Shelves to be dusted, floors kept clean and above all the place kept tidy. As mine is a shared space this gets tedious and difficult at times yet it is through the sharing that the home is most bought to life.
To protect it, for both myself and my partner, is important both with physical and metaphysical locks and securities. I've yet to put locks here of any great nature outside of of the general deadlocks and most basic of spells which is a permanent irritation. So much to do so little time in this day. Herbs and oils need to be bought and mixed, then laid out on stairs and around perimeters. Servitors need to be created/worked on/reactivated for various things... it will be done and discussed further later.
The second home is me, myself, I. My body, the place where my thoughts live, that which houses my soul, my heart, my mind, and my magic. It is a home I have a love hate relationship with. I would never want it gone or drastically changed yet it is limited in its way. Easily weakened and rendered useless by illness it bothers me with complaints and aches. Yet when all is well and in harmony it is good and right and an absolute power house of energy and focus.
My body is soon to be decorated with sigils of it's own to assist it in it's healing and maintaining it's good health, and is already decorated liberally. A titanium bar through my tongue protecting against those little white lies we speak far too easily, a reminder that words are power and as such should be watched. A pair of simple holes in my ears, a childhood birthday present of earrings, reminding me of my family and that which has been and should be remembered. The clothes I wear, sheltering and revealing in turn, are reflections of the mind within, of personal tastes and desires, some of which are blessed or purposed with sigils and spells to meet ends. Boots that keep me on my path, and jackets marked out to make a certain type of person turn a blind eye to my existence late at night when I'm walking alone.
The body is the home I must feed and nourish in order for it to grow strong. The place I house my magic, the facilitator of my actions, and the storer of my dreams, hopes and most intimate thoughts. The body is the home I neglect, push to far, harm and brutalise without realising it until I am, yet again, sick. It is a home I dump toxins into readily without ever thinking about it, and the place I once starved and tormented in order to meet a social standard that is becoming increasingly impossible to meet and that I have since given up on ever attaining. Sad, considering it is the true home, the temple and the place I should truly worship. I feel the body is the home that many practitioners of magic often neglect far too readily. Especially those practicing "high magic" and trying to leave the troubles of the physical realm behind.
What a difference a weekend makes. And some cortisone tablets which surprise surprise, allow me to breathe. *sigh* Asthma sucks. My nebuliser is giving up the ghost, which is understandable considering that it is 10 years old, so I've found a place online that sells a similar travel size one and will call up and order on Monday. I can't do the online order because they're based in the States and for shipping costs etc, I'll need to call up anyway. But it's doable.
And that's the change in attitude today. It's all doable. I'm putting in an application to move into an apartment in my building which would be great. It's small but it's only me, so I'm not fussed. It's got a huge ass balconey and it's bright and cheery so I'll be happy going home to it which is all that matters. AND I'll save $$$ on moving - no trucks required! Book the elevator for the day and shift upstairs. Brilliant.
I tried a few items of clothing on tonight and they're ALL either too big or fitting perfectly after not fitting so well for a while. There are 3 pairs of pants that have to go - one that is so big it looks ridiculous. A few skirts are suddenly so much longer on me (my hips and thighs must have been taking a lot more material to cover before!) so I look amish. Not that there's anything wrong with that :P. My pencil skirt is too big and is being given away for a new one as purchased yesterday. Pencil skirts by definition should be fitted and show shape - mine was shapeless. Not attractive. I'm finally beginning to appreciate the changes in my body - it's taken a while to actually see them.
I'm psyched for my hike tomorrow - it's meant to be stinking hot but I have short, a t-shirt, a cap, sunglasses, sunscreen and PLENTY of bug spray. My camera is charged, I'll take plenty of water and lunch and I'm set. A full day of fun exercise! Woo hoo!
I'll post updates tomorrow and hopefully some photos as well. Have a great Sunday all!
You got it! The fashion victim of the month is the legendary Britney Spears. Lifetime Television interviews women on the streets to comment on her sense of fashion. The ultimate question is, would YOU wear this? Would YOU let anyone you know wear it?
