Spring is in the air (not really, it is going to snow tonight) and I'm dressed to enjoy the 40 degree sunshine (We'll take what we can get).
Panther made such beautiful clothes in the 70's. Of all the long-gone brands, I miss them the most as I could count on the sizes to run true, and the fit to be flattering.
JC Penny jacket, .98 cents Thrift World
Panther floral cotton skirt .99 cents Goodwill
Red cinnabar bracelet-Hand-Me-Ups Store
Enamel Floral Pin-Hand-Me-Ups Store
Black 3/4 sleeve top K-Mart
Tapestry handbag (70's I think) Hand-Me-Ups Store
Now for the real excitement of my day-there's a live bat trapped in my cupboard. For the bat's sake, he'd better not be dropping guano all over my vintage clothing, but we have someone assessing the situation as I type. The bats are protected at certain seasons, and you're not just allowed to dispose of them. For reals, people. It depends on what sort of bat you have, and some bats are bigger than others and some bat's mothers are bigger than others...
Goddamnit, there's a bat in my cupboard.
Well, let's distract ourselves with some pictures of my two-day old pin-curl set. Still looking pretty good if I say so myself.
Here's a peek at Batman:
Poor Danny, he was sitting in the room, reading Moby Dick, minding his own business when he saw what he described as a "pipecleaner" moving in the crack. That was the wing, I guess. He's been taking a pretty strong steroid medication for asthma problems, and he said he was worried it might be causing him to hallucinate. The packet insert did have a warning about, "Frank Psychosis", so it wasn't impossible. But no, he's still got his marbles, there is indeed a bat. Imagine that!
I guess now we wait for the humane society people to show up. The office is only a few blocks from here, but I guess in a city full of feral dogs, an out-of-season bat isn't a priority.
At least life isn't dull!