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In lieu of riding my bike this morning, I took the bus to the post office to pick up an item of clothing. It's beautiful, entirely too expensive, immodest even by my standards, and for that among other reasons perfect for both the Folsom Street Fair and Pride. I'm going to be a horrible tease and not post a photo of it until I wear it in earnest.
I guess this entry is my way of holding myself to not buying anything else for Pride until the second half of next year. Until this year, I was spending too much on shoes. Until summer, I was spending too much on art. Maybe I've gotten spending too much on clothes out of my system. Running out of wall & closet space helps. But there's always the danger of seeing something at Folsom that I Simply Must Have. Come to think of it, there was something I saw at the Vampire Ball that I wouldn't mind having, and from a local vendor, even. OK, maybe I haven't gotten it out of my system.
I must remind myself that a) the United Sister Front may find itself in an expensive legal battle, if not a mad scramble to keep our mother off the streets, and b) there's still work I'd like done to my face.
I guess this entry is my way of holding myself to not buying anything else for Pride until the second half of next year. Until this year, I was spending too much on shoes. Until summer, I was spending too much on art. Maybe I've gotten spending too much on clothes out of my system. Running out of wall & closet space helps. But there's always the danger of seeing something at Folsom that I Simply Must Have. Come to think of it, there was something I saw at the Vampire Ball that I wouldn't mind having, and from a local vendor, even. OK, maybe I haven't gotten it out of my system.
I must remind myself that a) the United Sister Front may find itself in an expensive legal battle, if not a mad scramble to keep our mother off the streets, and b) there's still work I'd like done to my face.
