flying through clouds of uncertainty on wings of existential dread
Like tassel trim!
And velvet rickrack with beads!
And a selfie stick, which I am still getting the hang of! (Of which I am still getting the hang?)
Pay no attention to the peach ribbon lacing, I had gold cord but it was destroyed/stolen/hidden/hopefully not eaten by a cat who shall remain nameless.
Anyway, I think I’m settling on bloomers with silly pockets rather than an underskirt, partially so I don’t have to acquire more fabric and partially so that I have a reason to make clocked stockings with ship’s wheels or compass roses or something.
Also, if you think it’s easy putting on two layers of laced garments, one of which is edged with dangling tassels, in an apartment with that fluffy fucker up there, you are incorrect.