All the photos of me in Sydney were taken by the dear Green Fairy. Her post is here.
HOLY FUCK THIS WEEKEND WAS AWESOME. I'M A BIG CAT NOW.
|A mighty, mighty cat.|
We kind of neglected to take photos of the gig, but anyway, it was awesome. Much cool stuff happened. The next day, we took our trip to Gallery Serpentine, and were there at LEAST an hour and a half.
Holy unflattering pictures, batman!
|It wouldn't be so bad, if I wasn't talking|
at the time.
I was also wearing my Lovechild Boudoir outfit-matching Tentacle Threads Burton jacket. Super-comfy, and I picked mine up at half price, at $57!
So I had about $200 to spend for the day, which - as anyone who ever has been in-store at Gallery Serpentine - is a cruel limit to put on yourself. A cruel, necessary limit.
I bought an ADORABLE vest, that needs altering but is nontheless adorable.
I also purchased one of their lovely domed parasols, in black lace. So did the Green Fairy. We're matching!
A two-hundred-dollar rigid bustle that I could not buy makes me a very sad cat. Plus how fucking windy it was outside.
But my day's pride and joy, ladies and gentlemen (gentleman?) ?
That motherfuckin' hat. Look at that hat. It was $48. I saw it, and immediately asked if it was for sale. The woman who owns the shop then told me I had to leave wearing it. I agreed, and I did. Fairy took a photo of me and my "i'm-so-happy-i-could-explode" face.
People need to invite me places where I can wear this hat - and I promise, the next wedding I go to, I will go British and wear a totally non-sensible hat. That hat. Because it is a purple velvet top hat.
It was a very productive day indeed - we also got to go and pet some kittuns across the road at the Cat Protection Society. I did not, however, get to fill my usual tradition of visiting a sex shop at every opportunity.
PS: where could I wear my hat, do you think?