Well. At least I’ll look good when I’m forced to live under a bridge.
The downside to a mild latex fetish, and a slightly less mild costume fetish? Latex is fucking expensive.
Anyway, so a few weeks ago, the Marmot mentioned she was making an order from Twist My Rubber Arm, and did I want to join in and save on shipping? Does the pope wear a funny hat?
I attempted to be a little financially responsible, and went with something from the clearance page: This rubber garter belt.
Then I realized oh hell, I don’t have a latex top. I have plenty of PVC tops, plus a variety of other materials, but … you can’t just mix PVC and rubber. It’s like wearing white after labour day, or red to a funeral. It’s just not done. (har har).
So since Jenni at Deadly Couture was having a wicked-awesome sale on Saturday, Nick & I decided to descend upon the madness. I got a new Polymorphe top (the top middle textured top… uh, no, my tits don’t look like that) that looks absolutely smashing, and while we were there discovered my need for new boots as well.
The result? I got a lot of compliments. Yay for payoffs for hard work!
To be slightly more decent while entering & exiting the venue of the evening (we hit up MVK), I threw a calf-length skirt over it, and my awesome little orange faux-leather jacket. I get SO MANY compliments on that thing it’s crazy. A few months ago, I got a Le Chauteau gift card for Christmas. I ended up giving it to Nick, and saying “Go wild”. He has much better fashion sense than I do.
So, we hit up both the Le Chauteau’s downtown, and I wound up with a wonderfully sexy pair of jeans (that I hemmed myself!) that make my ass look great (I’ve lost enough weight that none of my other ass-hugging jeans hug the ass anymore… stupid ass) and this very bright, very tight, very cute faux-leather orange jacket. It’s been too cold to wear it on its own until recently… but it’s finally warmed up enough that I don’t freeze the second I step outside. It looks great. It occurs to me that I should have taken a picture of the “covered-up” outfit too, cuz it looked pretty smokin’.
This concludes the Pride portion of the evening. Possibly a bit of lust & greed, too. Don’t forget to tip your waitress.