Darlings! You know by now your Lady has a varied and delightful wardrobe.
Some color, much black, loads of corsets and all sinful.
Do you think this perhaps has any bearing on my story for you today?
Those who’ve guessed correctly, Good job.
Those who didn’t, how disappointing.
You find me a bit excitable, darlings, Lady Kat has had such fun. It’s been a few days of self care and pampering.
I’ve had my faithful servant pamper me, exfoliating, massaging, shaving and moisturizing my body. I’ve had my body properly pampered as I haven’t had the time for in months.
I also dyed my hair the way I wanted it, purple to blue to green, in a mermaid/sea dragon sort of color pallet. I chose to pincurl it, and style it the way I wanted today. I do look good in vintage styles.
The makeup is an afterthought of course but drama is my go to. Perhaps I should worry about all the clown inspired makeup popping up on my Pinterest, but the Joker inspired look caught my eye. How could I resist a villain look?
Honestly, I was going to be good.
Well….. as good as I ever am.
Why I wound up in the store today? Does that really matter? What was I wearing, well I couldn’t let this hair and makeup go to waste! And honestly, a black corset over a green blouse and black wiggle skirt is conservative for me! I even wore tights in deference to the weather.
Well, my dears, what happens when Lady Kat goes out into the public sphere, on a rainy Sunday, dressed like herself?
Chaos and Fuckery! As always.
So let’s take the tally, darlings?
Number of men nursing cases of whiplash watching me walk by? Six, possibly more.
Number of religious ladies scurrying across the store rather than walk near me? Four, one nearly tripped on her denim skirt when I definitely did not snort at her abrupt about face.
Number of Karens with enough audacity to try and speak to me? Just one.
She thought I’d be shamed into covering up after her little speech. Mostly consisting of questioning both my self respect and self esteem.
Cute, huh?
I undid another button on my blouse. Her poor husband looked like Father Christmas brought his present early. Especially when I leaned forward to smile and wish his wife “Happy Holidays” when she started impersonating a particularly unfortunate looking trout someone caught and couldn’t decide whether or not it was worth throwing back.
Oddly enough the young man on register and his friend who retrieved the carts were terribly helpful about bagging and then loading my purchases into my car for me. Kind of them in this miserable weather, don’t you think lovelies? 😉
