I have...

I have a pair of skin tight, black linen trousers with red accents that deny the use of underwear.

I have a crushed velvet black shirt with fine, ultra fine black on black embroidery and a little ivory lace at wrists and neck.

I have a regency cloak in deepest black with a dark crimson lining.

I have knee high boots. Sorry. Knee high, pure, soft leather, night black BOOTS.

I have lashings of eye liner.

I have long fine golden threads occasionally dotted with tiny tiny shards of onyx (lovely present or what?) woven into my loose, freshly blacked (damn you grey hairs) hair.

I have wide brimmed jaunty black cavalier hat. It needs a feather.

I have poleaxed boyfriend *strokes ego*

I look regency-goth. And no, I don't care if that doesn't exist, this is officialy regency goth.

I was born in the wrong century (For Charles I!)

I look dark, foppish, romantic and very very gay. But not too camp (I think/hope), at least not mincing camp.

I hqve completely out of character levels of vanity.


And I am at work dressed like this. :)