I was asked recently when I would finally settle down and “set the date.” That kind of crapping question always sets me back a spell. Heck, I reckon not a spell a’tall, more like it sets me back down next to my pet dinosaur I played with as a child. Geesh, kidding! I’m not quite THAT old, unless your talking to my mum and mention my state of spinsterhood, of course…. After I caught my breath, I thought about it for a week or two, consorted with a few psychics, and did some intense studying on the topic. Though the person has long since wandered off and probably forgotten the question, I thought of the perfect answer. Yeah, I frequently suffer from post-mature humor dysfunction like that. It’s hereditary.
Actually, I totally swiped it from Sloane Crosley’s novel “I Was Told There Would be Cake,” but after a week, I really thought I should think of something. Let me re-phrase, “when will you set the big date, don’t you want to be in happily ever after marital bliss?” I respond, “I do want to get married. It’s a nice idea. Though I think husbands are like tattoos–you should wait until you come across something you want on your body for the rest of your life instead of just wandering into a tattoo parlor on some idle Sunday and saying, ‘I feel like I should have one of these suckers by now. I’ll take a thorny rose and a “MOM” anchor, please. No, not that one–the big one.” Yep, that about sums it up nicely. Check out the pretty’s I am wearing, I may never take them off. The only problem is I am having a difficult time dragging it out into the real world…
Jewelry: EF (Empyrean Forge), Heritage Collection @We ❤ Role Play (Feb 4th)
Hat: Rowne, Men’s Cambridge Brim Hat **NEW**
Jacket: Rowne, Men’s Von Jarrar jacket
Gown: Baiastice, Kylie
Hair: .lamb!, Xtal
Hands/Skin: SLink/La Petite Morte