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There's nothing like a new corset to snap me out of a postless funk. So without further ado, I give you the Devil Girl:
In my excitement, I forgot to put on my horns. I didn't remember them until I was on the bus to (Foreshadowing!) my social engagement later that night.
Just getting my hands on the corset was an ordeal: I had to pay the eye-watering balance of the bill yesterday, which my credit union mistakenly flagged as fraud. Then I had to go to Belltown and wait in a fancy bakery* for an in-person handoff.
And I got it within hours of when I first planned to wear it: latex dinner at Bai Tong**. Hey, my skirt above is latex, so I wasn't completely breaking the rules. Besides, I cleared the outfit in advance with organizer Madame Zoie, because I'm a straight-arrow kinkster. She admonished me not to hang latex & leather next to each other because the chemicals in leather apparently damage latex. (?!) She said that separate closets are best. I don't have that, but rest assured that I won't allow latex & leather to touch – while I'm not wearing them.
But! The corset itself! Is from Dark Garden. I ordered it way back in April, and the delivery date slipped a couple of times because, said Autumn, of COVID-related issues. Whatever. It's here and it's beautiful.
Could I afford it? Hell no. I've basically spent my Halloween costume budget for the rest of my life, and no, that's not an exaggeration. Tune in next year to see if I'm wearing a different Halloween costume. Personally, I don't think I ought to, like, ever. The irony of taking this corset home on the E line wasn't lost on me.
Pah-tay plans: the Purdy Persian's party tonight, for which I'll need a nap beforehand, and tomorrow evening the Norwegian's party followed by the Mercury.
Oh, and the boots in the photos above? My Fluevog Grand Nationals, finally getting a proper public outing. Because what else would a Devil Girl wear but extra sexy cloven hoof boots?
Edited to add: I sent the front view to François Dubeau. He loved it. Happiness.
*La Parisienne at 4th & Wall, which is actually pretty good.
**Bai Tong has, I hate to say it, mediocre food, especially for the money. They've gone a little overboard in adjusting for local tastes. My favorite Thai joint in Seattle is still Thaiku in Phinney, with Kwanjai in Fremont a respectable second choice.
In my excitement, I forgot to put on my horns. I didn't remember them until I was on the bus to (Foreshadowing!) my social engagement later that night.
Just getting my hands on the corset was an ordeal: I had to pay the eye-watering balance of the bill yesterday, which my credit union mistakenly flagged as fraud. Then I had to go to Belltown and wait in a fancy bakery* for an in-person handoff.
And I got it within hours of when I first planned to wear it: latex dinner at Bai Tong**. Hey, my skirt above is latex, so I wasn't completely breaking the rules. Besides, I cleared the outfit in advance with organizer Madame Zoie, because I'm a straight-arrow kinkster. She admonished me not to hang latex & leather next to each other because the chemicals in leather apparently damage latex. (?!) She said that separate closets are best. I don't have that, but rest assured that I won't allow latex & leather to touch – while I'm not wearing them.
But! The corset itself! Is from Dark Garden. I ordered it way back in April, and the delivery date slipped a couple of times because, said Autumn, of COVID-related issues. Whatever. It's here and it's beautiful.
Could I afford it? Hell no. I've basically spent my Halloween costume budget for the rest of my life, and no, that's not an exaggeration. Tune in next year to see if I'm wearing a different Halloween costume. Personally, I don't think I ought to, like, ever. The irony of taking this corset home on the E line wasn't lost on me.
Pah-tay plans: the Purdy Persian's party tonight, for which I'll need a nap beforehand, and tomorrow evening the Norwegian's party followed by the Mercury.
Oh, and the boots in the photos above? My Fluevog Grand Nationals, finally getting a proper public outing. Because what else would a Devil Girl wear but extra sexy cloven hoof boots?
Edited to add: I sent the front view to François Dubeau. He loved it. Happiness.
*La Parisienne at 4th & Wall, which is actually pretty good.
**Bai Tong has, I hate to say it, mediocre food, especially for the money. They've gone a little overboard in adjusting for local tastes. My favorite Thai joint in Seattle is still Thaiku in Phinney, with Kwanjai in Fremont a respectable second choice.
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Date: 2022-10-28 09:44 pm (UTC)From: