I've been so lazy this year with fashion-related events, mostly due to conventions and deadlines. But this ends now! This month I'll be going to the Kimono Club curry meet and at the end of the month I'm organizing a Lolita Meet for a local Vintage Fashion fair.
Have no idea what I'll be wearing for either, but I'll figure it out.
Today is my last day I have all day to work on my portfolio before SDCC as tomorrow I'm heading into the city to get some more currency exchanged, will likely be taking Rowan shoe shopping, need to print the last of the documents to take with us, and am going to have my legs waxed, eyebrows shaped and coloured and my eyelashes tinted. (I'm looking forward to some pampering, even if some of it includes having hair painfully stripped from my body.)
Rowan also told me last night that he would like to visit his Dad before we leave because his Step-Mother is down for a visit and we don't see them very often. Rowan's Dad lives an hour away so the visit is going to be 2 hours, minimum of time out of our busy schedule of suitcase packing and last-minute housework before we leave. (We have a house inspection while we're away, which means the house has to look spotless before we go.) I am getting a little stressed about everything but I'm sure we'll manage.
I had to write a contributor bio this morning for that Image book. I hate writing autobiographies, even small ones always freak me out. I have no idea what to say about myself and I have trouble talking about my accomplishments. If I were to ever write an autobiographical novel about myself before I die, I think all I would talk about was how many cats I had.
Just got back from surgery, it went well although I was quite dizzy afterwards and my blood pressure has dropped substancially. I should be fully healed in a month (provided I don't get an infection) but sadly I cannot have intercourse in that time to make sure all my skin cells grow back correctly and fully without any trauma. Currently very sore, going to have some pain killers and crawl up into a ball on the couch with some blankets.
Thank you for all the well wishes guuys love you all.
My day surgery is tomorrow, Mum just called to wish me luck. I'm a little scared but mostly just trying to distract myself with work right now. Rowan is taking a half-day at work tomorrow so he can be with me during the procedure (the nurses suggested I have someone with me to distract me from the pain) and to take me home afterwards.
I wake up at 9am this morning so the sound of the mail man's van barreling up our drive-way, I scramble out of bed sporting epic bed-hair and yesterday's make-up lingering on my face. I can't think straight enough to figure out where my clothes are so I grab my husband's robe and whip it around myself. I answer the door, I think I said 'good morning' when I opened the door but my words were slurred and the light outside dazed me for a second.
The mail man passes me a large package and asks, 'wow, did I just get you out of bed? You still have your make-up on!'
I manage '... yeah. Was up until 2am!' Then it occurs to me that it looks like I'm waking up with a hang-over after an all-night bender on a weeknight. He must be judging the hell out of me.
I wonder if I should explain that I wasn't up all night partying and drinking, but was instead staying up, glued to my computer screen until 2am so I could pre-order some super important collectibles that are going to be at San Diego Comic Con and if I didn't stay up I'd miss out!
It then dawns on me that to most people; being on an all-night bender on a week night instead and waking up hung over is a lot more understandable and less sad than of staying up just to pre-order Convention merchandise. I don't understand those people.