|If any of you are stalking me, you might remember that I have my fiftieth birthday coming up in not quite fifteen months. I will, of course, throw a party and throw it good and hard. But I have to have something... fitting to wear.|
Which brings me to last weekend, when I was hanging out at ionan and J's. J, who's a bona fide fashionista, and I got to talking about clothes we really want, when I remembered that I've never owned a proper leather corset (i.e. one not made from the shafts of 20-eyelet Doc Martens). I've also pined for something from Dark Garden in San Francisco for, well, ever. I even made a pilgrimage to their shop once, sneaking down there on foot during a visit to Exmother.
The thing is, for something custom like this, they prefer to do a fitting in person. Oh, no, I might have to go down to San Francisco! And to give them enough lead time to make it for my birthday, I'd have to show up no later than, say, the Folsom Street Fair, which has also been on my bucket list for, well, ever.
Another thing is, Folsom is a week or two after Burning Man. If I do Folsom, that pretty much means I'll have neither time nor money for next year's Burn. But given how Seinfeldian this year's Burn was for me, to tell you the truth I've almost been looking for an excuse not to go next year.
Yes, I know about Marie Pavey and One Wilde Knight, both of whom do custom work in Seattle. (The latter of whom, however, once expressed boredom with working in black leather.) I've seen their work, I've worn it, and it's fabulous, but. Folsom! Dark Garden! If I can't have Ms. Right in time for my birthday, I can have The Right Corset.
I'm tempted to put up a poll, but not this time. If you've got something to say about this, say it long form.
Good grief, what am I going to do for a venue? That I may need to nail down a year in advance, given what demand is like in this town. Stay tuned.
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