Mood swinging madly

I've been bouncing all day for one reason or another.
Hyper even.

I did loads of work stuff without even trying.
Well...ok, so the without trying is a bit of an exageration, but I wasn't stressing, it all just worked.

I got excited over that corset, but even discovering that it didn't fit right didn't knock my Happy Smiley mood.

I ordered Dave's Ipod and didn't flinch at the impact on my bank account.

And then i have a short, throw away conversation with Em.
Hell, it wasn't even a conversation.
And now she's upstairs thinking that she's upset me, and I have no way of telling her that it was just such a suprise question.

She ought to be able to ask me stuff like that without me over-reacting.

Its a perfectly reasonable question.

I just don't know where it came from.

I don't know what she's been thinking about to make her need to ask me.

And so I'm sitting here feeling gutted and empty.

And wondering if I'll only have another 6 months with her.
:(

Sad

"mum?"
"Yes, Emma"
"When I'm 16 do i get to chose who I live with?"
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"Well, if you don't want to live here when you're 16 then yes you do, otherwise no, normally you don't"
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"Have I upset you mum?
"No darling, you haven't"


Its strange how things can catch you off guard and hurt you.

corsets

Due to the frequent mention of corsets recently, plus a severe amount of perving over the Vollers et al on-line shops, I have developed a deep and intense need to add to my rather meagre collection of glorious waist- cinching boned scrummyness.

Now as it happens my local lingery shop has been promising me that they have ordered in some special xmas stock, so today i strolled in nonchalantly to see if it had apperared.

Bliss.
*heart*

There, on the stand over the tiny bits of lace they describe as corsets, but which wouldn't hold a butterfly upright , was the most glorous heavy busked, deep boned corset.
All heavy weight satin, deep aubergine and black, with 4 bows at the suspender points at the bottom, and 2 at the top.
And only £99.00!!!!!!!!!!

And you know what?

It was too short!

*sob*
*howl*
*throw myself down and kick my heels on the floor in frustration*

If I put it so that my boobs just mounded in the froth of lace at the top [ it was one of those straight top ones where your boobs become a heaving mass of soft roundness ] then it flared out too far at the waist [ even when laced tightly ]
If I put it so that it fit snuggly over my hips and cinched my waist where it ought to, then my boobs cascaded over the top at the slightest hint of breathing, which was very definately NOT what I had in mind for this particular item of gorgeous girlyness.
* blush*

So

I have resigned myself to taking all the fiddly measurements and spending at least twice the above price and getting one made-to-measure.

But they are all soooooooooo luuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurvly.
How will i ever choose?

Bah.

I wanted it NOW.
:(

Change of style.

I got fed up with the other template, so i've changed it, but typically i forgot to make a not of all my links [ not that there were that many thank god] before i updated, so i've just spent ages adding them again.

Partly it took me ages because i always feel like I'm back in my first ever French class when I start to mess around with all the stuff you have to to alter stuff...it just doesn't mean anything to me and I have to pick my way through it till I get it right.
And partly 'cos I get easilly side tracked.

For instance when I was sorting out the corset link and i spent ages looking at them instead of sorting out the link.
*blush*

Still, I got there in the end.
:D

Wow!

Jools Holland was fun.
:D

But Solomon Burke was bloody AMAZING!!!!!!!!

They rolled him on stage on a throne, suited and in sunglasses, but when he sang, OMG, such an amazing voice.
*heart*

It was the first time I've been to the Albert Hall, and while everyone else was really happy to be sitting at the front of the upper circle, i was just sitting there thinking 'Oh Oh....this is a very small wall infront of me and a very long drop down'
:S
I don't like edges at all.
*eek*

But when Solomon Burke came on I totally forgot about the edge thing.
Marc Almond was guesting too and I was suprised that his voice was so strong.
I'm not sure why i thought it had been digitaly enhanced, but somehow i didn't expect it to be as good as it was.
Ruby turner was ok.
I was a little dissapointed with Sam Browne, although that may have been due to distortion, and Jools Holland was doing his normal showmanship stuff but the supporting band were great, and since i have a real soft spot for Honky Tonk I was happy.

Getting home could have been a tad tricky with 2 jumpers on the line and engineering works meaning that we nearly had to get a bus back to victoria, but we managed to grab a cab with an unknown shopper and get home at a reasonable hour.

Dave [bless him] was waiting with chilled white, but i just crashed totally so the wine will have to wait till tuesday night.