mmymoon | Where is my prairie sun?

I'm at Vivien's house, but she had to run to the dentist, so... I'm gonna natter on about fashion.

Aside -- Has anyone heard the whole lolita urban legend about "I MADE FRIENDS WITH THIS PERSON JUST TO STEAL HER BRAND CLOTHING" ? I did my undergrad thesis on urban legends, you see, and the academic ~~bullshit~~ reasoning is that most urban legends are about fear and coded morality. So my conjecture is that this one is about making friends with other lolitas/freaks/internet people, because they totally only are only in it for their own gain.

It's a good thing I'm twice Viv's size, you know, or I'd apparently feel absolutely compelled to make off with her belongings at this moment. Darn subculture people; we can't be trusted. I guess I could try to steal her cats, but why anyone would steal a cat...

Yeah, anyway. Before she left, we were looking at this cute indie brand: Moon Afternoon.

GOTHIC LITTLE HOUSE ON THE PRAIRIE! Who called it? Who called it, eh? I love that style... while mostly I consider my historical influences more Rococo than Victorian -- eff the Victorians, really -- but if I'm going to draw on anything from the 1880s, it's going to be the FRONTIER mode of dress, which was utilitarian and practical, but still cute.

Actually, that's one the things that keeps me from getting too excited about steampunk -- so most of steampunk seems like your generic darkwave fashion/music/etc., done over in sepia, but there's this whole ROLEPLAY aspect about the Victorian-esque elseworld. The problem is, it seems like every single female is either a pirate or a saloon girl with lots of exposed cleavage who comes from a major urban center IN ENGLAND -- which wouldn't be my persona at all. I'd be an American girl, who probably moved west. Where are all the good, honest women, Sarah, plain and tall, who made themselves practical garments out of nice calico?

(Although I think Cory should be the good, honest woman. I'd basically be a ranch hand, complete with riding skirt and work boots, and tired lines around my face from riding the range.)

I'm not dumping on airship pirates, I'm just asking: Where have all the cowboys gone?

... anyway, it's cold here (noooo!) but one benefit is that I can finally start wearing pants/leggings under my skirts again, and I forgot how much I like the way that looks. (It's not that I'm ashamed of my legs, it's that I'm TALL, and wearing short skirts makes me feel oddly chopped up.) I think I might finally make some ankle-length pantaloons like I keep thinking would be cute, and try those with my frillier outfits. It was certainly an authentic period fashion, for young girls, at least, and adorable!