Colour on a grey day

Someone needs to stop me from buying false dreadlocks in bright, horrible colours. Srsly.

I have SAD, I think, but it just makes me go insane with colours or monochromes. Like, I don't mean that I really have SAD, I just can't explain why sometimes I like to wear really bright colours that I think are wrong. Last week's outfit of choice was a maroon screen printed tshirt, olive green sweatshirt, black skirt and tights and shoes and black and purple knee socks, and I felt that was lacking in ENOUGH colour, so I added red barrettes.

Not that I dress like a twit or anything.

But OBVIOUSLY fake dreads in, like, green (and I have been meaning to dye my hair green for HOW long now?) and blonde will solve everything. Even global warming and Mel Gibson.

Also, I have a chemise and almost all of a corset. Mad props to The Fitting Room, which I will link at some point, for not being in Canuckistan or Californistan and therefore somewhere I could drive to and get corset stays. And if my shoes don't arrive, I'll be using steel wool to scrub someone's eyebrows.

It was kind of awesome explaining to my mother that I don't think the world is filled with straights/gays/lesbians because as far as I'm concerned it's filled with people and I like them for their minds/personalities and what's in their pants doesn't bother me at all.

Well, it would if it were an iguana.