Hee! Prep for my SB trip tomorrow...
Jan. 19th, 2009 09:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wakeiseiyoStopped by Payless tonight (what the hell - I'll justify it as stimulating the economy), and found that the Tattoo Airwalks were far too loose - I walked right out of them when I tried them on. But I found black and white plaid-with-fuzzy-velvet roses hi-tops instead, for a sale price. And those will just up the awesome quotient considerably. ^___^
Also, all four pairs of tennis shoes survived their bath. (The dryer, however, is a noisy operation - it sounds like I have a taiko group practicing - badly - in my garage.) So I took two of the four out to air dry and left the other two in. The purple-grey ones seem all right; not as clean as I'd like, but better than they were. The other pair badly needed the bath; they were stinky!
I have awesome tennis shoes, now. MWAHahahah! (Which just cinches the fact I have to wear my pinstripe or plaid newsie cap, to match my shoes...)
Hair... will probably be pigtails, because... because I can, I suppose. and I'm not feeling very creative. I might convince Mom to take the time to French braid it, if she's up and willing. It's long enough, now. (No, I can't braid my own hair pretty-like, I fail as a girl, bite me. It took long enough to learn how to manage a half-decent ponytail. I do not posess the Hair-Fu that usually gets handed out when little girls are put together. I make up for it with stompy boots and slogan tee shirts. Go figure.)
I have not yet cracked open Dalby's book for a re-read; I may just bring it along and hope for an autograph, and pray I remember to actually bring a notebook and pens with me. I'm dumb like that, sometimes.
Also, all four pairs of tennis shoes survived their bath. (The dryer, however, is a noisy operation - it sounds like I have a taiko group practicing - badly - in my garage.) So I took two of the four out to air dry and left the other two in. The purple-grey ones seem all right; not as clean as I'd like, but better than they were. The other pair badly needed the bath; they were stinky!
I have awesome tennis shoes, now. MWAHahahah! (Which just cinches the fact I have to wear my pinstripe or plaid newsie cap, to match my shoes...)
Hair... will probably be pigtails, because... because I can, I suppose. and I'm not feeling very creative. I might convince Mom to take the time to French braid it, if she's up and willing. It's long enough, now. (No, I can't braid my own hair pretty-like, I fail as a girl, bite me. It took long enough to learn how to manage a half-decent ponytail. I do not posess the Hair-Fu that usually gets handed out when little girls are put together. I make up for it with stompy boots and slogan tee shirts. Go figure.)
I have not yet cracked open Dalby's book for a re-read; I may just bring it along and hope for an autograph, and pray I remember to actually bring a notebook and pens with me. I'm dumb like that, sometimes.
