Scheming and beading and dancing, oh my!

I meant to do work tonight, but, well... I got caught up in scheming, you see. We (and you should know who "we" are by now) have decided that for next year's Phling, no matter the theme, we shall be going as Victorians. Somehow, we will find hoop skirts (or at least long and fussy ones) and corsets, put our hair in ringlets--or at least I will--and generally be as Victorian as possible. Not quite sure how we're going to find costumes (or how we'll fit through doors once we get them, come to think of it), but we will. Yes. This is our dastardly plot.

In other news, I had fun with money today. Specifically, I bought the most adorable mug with a cat going fishing in a fish tank on it. My other mug was chipped a bit, and hey, any excuse to buy a beautiful-yet-useful William Morris mug from Woolworth's. Also, we ventured into the bead shop and I had to buy some. Specifically, some pretty blue and purple glass beads and an adorable plastic seahorse pendant, and some wire and a clasp to tie it up with. It's a lovely necklace, and for a total of £1.50! I'm impressed. And I got some multicolored Christmas lights for my room, which I have to put up tomorrow. Yay, ways of making this place look less like a prison cell!

And I Jack Vettriano-ized my icons. Am in a very ballroomy mood of late, and, well, yeah. Plus a Rebecca Fogg icon, because of the aforementioned Victorian plotting.

"Dancing with eyes half closed because to open them would break the spell"

Note to self--remember that anything literary and Irish = depressing.

Saw Dancing at Lughnasa today with Chandra at Exeter's theatre. Don't get me wrong, it was very, very good, but I was expecting it to be rather more uplifting than it was. Meep. But hey, it had both ballroom and Irish step dancing in it, so I was happy. ;)

And now I'm going to get actual work done. Yes.