#Fireflies #dance in the #frothy #netting sleeves of this #bark-covered #corset 💛 some of the clear white #LEDs were painted various shades of #amber & #yellow to make them more #diverse in #color. The #lights have three settings (on, blink, and fade). The whole #ensemble is not finished but I just had to share this part. #firefly #lighted #fantasy #fantasygowns #corsets #corsetry #fashion #tech #fairy #faerie #sprite #fairygown #mystical #magical #unique #LED #lightedgowns #woodland #summer #spring #enchanting #enchantedsea #sewing #costumes #costumery #cosplay #sideprojects
I’m really proud of how much my drag has grown the past couple weeks. 4 different nights. I tried to organize it for each row being a different night. Top is most recent.
#fdee00 is the hex code for my drag name!
Sylvia Plath reads Leaving Early, written 25 September 1960
Lady, your room is lousy with flowers.
When you kick me out, that’s what
Me, sitting here bored as a leopard
In your jungle of wine-bottle lamps,
Velvet pillows the colour of blood
And the white china flying fish
I forget you, hearing the cut
Sipping their liquids from assorted
Pitchers and Coronation goblets
Like Monday drunkards. The milky
Bow down, a local constellation,
Toward their admirers in the
Mobs of eyeballs looking up.
Are those petals or leaves you’ve
paired them with—
Those green-striped ovals of silver
The red geraniums I know.
Friends, friends. They stink of
And the involved maladies of autumn,
Musky as a lovebed the morning
My nostrils prickle with nostalgia.
Henna hags: cloth of your cloth.
They toe old water thick as fog.
The roses in the toby jug
Gave up the ghost last night. High
Their yellow corsets were ready to
You snored, and I heard the petals
Tapping and ticking like nervous
You should have junked them before
Daybreak discovered the bureau lid
Littered with Chinese hands. Now
I’m stared at
By chrysanthemums the size
Of Holofernes’ head, dipped in the
Magenta as this fubsy sofa.
In the mirror their doubles back
Listen: your tenant mice
Are rattling the cracker packets.
Muffles their bird-feet: they
whistle for joy.
And you doze on, nose to the wall.
This mizzle fits me like a sad
How did we make it up to your attic?
You handed me gin in a glass bud
We slept like stones. Lady, what am
With a lung full of dust and a
tongue of wood,
Knee-deep in the cold and swamped