Today I’m wearing:
- The Dress.
- That pansy print wrap dress I told you about the other day.
- Stretchy undershirt because it was chilly today and I’m regretting my short-sleeved choice.
- Bird cage necklace because it seemed appropriate for today. Dunno why.
I fully intended to do outdoor photos today, but as you can see, the heavens opened on the way home, my umbrella broke, and I got soggy. I tried not to mind as the rain soaked my flimsily-clad legs, and only permitted myself one melodramatic comment: “It’s like the world is crying over the state of British politics.”
I’m still in the Dress now, as I write, despite it being a little dampish. I felt guilty the other day when I wrote about being in my house pyjamas, even though I was demonstrably poorly, and now I won’t allow myself to change until the blog is written. So here I sit, in a rain-drizzled dress, writing about my life.
Last night was excellent fun. What I lack in artistic ability, I make up for in enthusiasm. I played fast and loose with the oil pastels to mixed effect, but they made me feel like I looked like I knew what I was doing. Bit of a squiggle, bit of a smug, lean back, pout, tilt head, repeat. My drawings aren’t exactly obvious humanoids, but I’d like to think I captured the inherent meaning in the pose.
If you don’t know what Dr Sketchy’s Anti-Art School is, I’m going to tell you now. It’s life drawing with a burlesque slant, but more British bawdy burlesque than American sexy burlesque; tits rather than titillation. You don’t need to be any good at drawing, just keen to have a go.
Every event there’s a new theme and the models are dressed in accordance with that theme. Last night’s was Super Villains, so we had Poison Ivy, Harley Quinn and a seriously creepy Two Face, amongst others. They do 5 minute poses, then 10 minutes then a big 15 minute one at the end. Oh and there’s a burlesque performance and there were nipple tassels.
I was there with my friends Annika, Rosie and Sarah, and I think we all had fun. I didn’t expect how intense it would be, but it was good intense. Like when you’re really into a book or TV programme and you forget there’s a world outside. I would very much like to go again.
I’ve got a huge pile of sewing tonight, and it’s not even for me. My step-mother is having a significant birthday party tomorrow (I expect she doesn’t really mind her age publicising because she’s a very open person, but I haven’t checked it with her so I’d better not), and as the member of the family who sews a bit, I’ve got a pile of jeans to transform.
I’m also going to try and curl my poker straight, very healthy, very thick hair overnight. I’ve got setting lotion, rollers, and grim determination to succeed.
Watch this space.