Get A Different Disease

I nearly caused an accident today.
Well, maybe I didn't.  Maybe the driver was blinded by a reflection.
Yep, it was a near thing at the roundabout next to the bus stop this morning.
Actually it happened about four times.
Luckily the bus arrived, coz it could have been nasty.

Men's vintage top hat - from a fabulous, yet stupidly-expensive vintage shop in Melbourne, now closed.

Frida necklace - made and gifted by dearest heart Tamera

Custom made "FREEKY" necklace and slave bracelet - Phussy

Leggings - Black Milk

1930s-formerly-underwear-now-top - DIY

1950s blue beads, watch - Etsy

Bag, pink ring - op shops

The near-carnage continued for several hours until I got home.

Probably the best place to be eh?

I think I'll stay in tomorrow and get something done with this pattern.

I've cut out the pieces for the top in View 4 and yes, I will be using all the fabrics.

It will be a Franken-Top!

Careful how you go, there are freeks everywhere.

I Hope I Look Like Death

Only 137 years have passed since this lost luggage porter attempted to reunite Mrs Dingle's hatbox with its owner.
Instead, the sorry porter lost her footing on the slippery top step of the 3.17 leaving Park Road station and lost her head when the 3.15 express to Roma Street hurtled by.

The sorry porter still wears her uniform cap, cape, boots and gloves.
After all there are dress standards to uphold.
Or the underworld will go mad.

She's stuck with that blasted hatbox for eternity.

Fortunately the unnamed and long-forgotten porter has two young friends who visit her as she paces up and down the lonely platform.
They came out to play tonight.
The girl Wednesday had tired of her all-black ensemble and adopted a stray pair of pink sneakers.

She likes to scare the porter into fetching and carrying for her ... which is the porter's lot in death of course.
If you squint, sometimes you see blurry versions of them.

The young sorcerer's apprentice is also lost, but the porter can do nothing to help reunite him with his master.
Just fetch and carry for the undead boy.

The trio prepared to join their fellow lost and undead souls.
Despite the torrential rain on young Wednesday, she lost her deathly pallor and her rosy cheeks made an appearance.
She only smiles when the weather turns foul.

She bumped into a witchy friend and they managed a smile, which means they were thrilled to see one another.
The strange trio of Wednesday, the sorcerer's apprentice and the porter were invited to lead a magnificent parade of the undead at dusk.
The wee lassie threw lollipops at the sorry souls of children who lined the streets, their eyes huge as skull holes.

Thousands of spectators turned out to ogle at strange specimens such this beautiful rotting wench.

Slender Man was everywhere, the one at far left stayed perfectly still, watching, watching, watching.

It got dark quickly, which only excited the creatures even more into action.

When darkness fell, vintage hearses and cars rammed with corpses wowed the crowds, who thrilled at the chance to go all-out and impress.
Slasher nurses and orderlies, plus thoroughly demented doctors were de riguer, while the giant Rubik's cube amused and fire breathing, bloomered, carni-gal stilt walkers amazed.
Welcome to Halloween.
Check out more spooky goodness in Lakota's special Halloween link-up.
Desiree xo

Cheap Skater

Now that's what you call hysterical laughter, Desiree-As-Circus-Freak style.
I'm laughing at The Stylist's description of the staff and clients of a busy hairdressing salon we'd just sauntered past.

I'm pretty sure they would have offered me multiple free treatments if I'd asked them, judging by the slack-jawed stares until we were out of sight.

She mimicked much eye-balling, sideways-banana grins and dropped scissors.

One of those beautiful moments for her to treasure.

Thank you so much for all your wonderful comments about my sartorial/daughter dilemma - a parent dressing for one's own pleasure and mood can be extremely embarrassing for kids, judging by some of your wonderful tales!
But hey, peer pressure is going to exist in some form and none of you discouraged my individualism for anyone's sake, so I'm sticking with what I know.
Like the Black Eyed Peas sing, I will continue to "free your inhibition, follow your intuition" - but I might have to be careful with the "R" word;).

Yesterday I snaffled this awesome sparkly, organza costume for five bucks from my favourite thrift shop, Aid for the Blind.
Today I went back to snatch up a huge pink tutu skirt for the same price, after many palpitations during closing time as to whether it would still be there this morning.
Sweet relief, it was and you'll see it soon while I'm in this carnivale mood.

I'm really not sure what this frock is for: ice-skating, ballroom dancing or bare horseback-riding.
I thought it perfect for picking up some cheap milk and the busy supermarket shoppers went home with a story of a bona-fide mad woman on the loose.
I figure I'm doing the poor bastards a public service.

It's not worth holding back on your creativity and suppressing your inspirations.
Trust mama and wear your frilly chonis on the outside.

Mad costume frock, bangles and 1960s crochet bag: thrifted

Rose headband: made by me

Leggings: Black Milk

VW Melissa shoes: thanks to the lovely Suzanne

Dice earrings - gifted by Miss Danni-Long-Legs

Happy days!!

Desiree xo