Juliardian - like Freudian?

So I know this sounds weird, but let’s face it – I am weird. I’ve been thinking a lot about tutus lately. You know, tutus. White and pink, frothy and foamy, lacy and ethereal - sometimes with bows. Tutus. Worn by ballerinas, dolls, and hip little Japanese girls who I cannot even begin to emulate. Tutus. The uniform/costume/wardrobe staple of my dreams.

Like this:

And this:

I wonder if I could sew my own...? Strips of frothy tulle, of any color, laid together and sewn to a silk band, which ties at my back. Or laces up. I'd have to wear leggings. Or fishnets. And my patent leather jacket. I ran the idea past my sister, and she said; "It's gonna make your ass look thhiiisssssss biiiigggggggg." And I said; "It iiiissssssssssss that biiiiggggggggggg." I was unsatisfied, so I asked my Mother, and she said; "That's nice Honey." And I said; "Aww, thanks Ma. I thought you were gonna tell me how fat it would make me look." Then, from the kitchen she grunts; "I was thinkin' it!"

Thus my inspiration withered in the fierce light of their criticism - I shall have to make one in the privacy of my room, and wear it everyday to humiliate them. All in all, a win-win situation. For me.

Okay, a short post today. It's five A.M. and I'm beat.

Ta.

Hello for now.

Goodbye for later.

Ta.