Today’s One Post Per Day 2011 suggestion is a fun, creative writing exercise. I enjoy writing fiction when I’m inspired, and something about this ending sentence is definitely tickling the muse. Be forewarned, though, the following is PG-13 and contains “adult situations.”
Dr. Jiggybones sighed in exasperation, wiped the sweat from behind his goggles, and stepped back from his workbench. He was out of ideas, behind schedule, and thoroughly fed up with his latest commission from Lord Wainsworth, but he dared not stop. Failure was not an option as far as Wainsworth was concerned and Jiggybones really needed the income that delivering this commission would provide.
It all hinged on the damn treadle. The adjustment was tricky, at best, and Jiggybones couldn’t seem to get the alignment just right. When more fiddling with the tension produced nothing but barked knuckles, he stood up in disgust and rang for Gemma. Perhaps a change of scene was what was needed.
As Gemma glided into the room, Jiggybones looked up and was once again struck by her uncanny beauty. She never failed to soothe his frustration and stir his passion, and this time was no different. As she moved effortlessly into his arms, he had a momentary twinge of guilt in taking time out for pleasure with his pressing deadline looming, but soon all thoughts of Wainsworth, deadlines, monetary woes and treadles were replaced by the urgency of his need for Gemma.
As she snaked her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply, he lifted her onto his workbench, sending gears, tools, wood scraps and plans flying. He glanced over at Wainsworth’s invention briefly, making sure it would be clear of their fevered lovemaking , and set about unfastening his trousers, lifting her skirts, and covering every inch of her exposed flesh with kisses. She was perched precariously on the edge of his workbench with her legs wrapped around his waist, and the unusual tilt of her hips coupled with the slightly precarious angle of their bodies both frustrated and wildly excited him. They seemed about to topple onto the floor at any moment and that, combined with the imminent arrival of Wainsworth and the looming deadline gave their lovemaking a fevered, dangerous edge that was heady and potent.
Just as he was nearing his climax, Gemma slid off the bench, driving him deeply into her and sending them both into spasms of ecstasy. As his body thrusted and quivered, his eyes fell onto his invention and suddenly, it hit him. The crossbeams! They were out of skew! That is why the treadle could not be aligned!
Fastening his trousers and straightening his coat, Dr. Jiggybones smiled to himself. Having learned his lesson, it was the last time he would let the crossbeams get out of skew on the treadle. It was a lesson he would not soon forget.
Grif, Liam and I went to a steampunk-themed Halloween party this evening. I’ve heard it said that steampunk happened when the goths discovered brown, and I definitely fall into that category, being a big fan of all things neo-Victorian and goth. I didn’t really have a chance to cosplay goth much in my younger days because I was too busy doing the Elizabethan/Renaissance/pirate scene, but now that there are so many resources for neo-Victorian, goth and steampunk costumes, accessories, and ephemera, I’m having a marvelous time.
I’m so glad Liam and Grif like to play dress up with me because, as Winnie the Pooh once said, it’s much friendlier with two (or more). Liam and Grif have their top hats from Thomas and Shannon’s Victorian-themed wedding a few years ago, and they both look so dapper in their suit pants and collarless shirts. I bought an extravagant hat from Victorian Trading Company a few years ago (the one I’m wearing in my profile picture), and I try to build outfits around it and a gorgeous, black wool riding coat from the same company that I wore to officiate the same wedding. And yes, I wore the black leather bustier.
I’m still learning my way around WordPress’s bells and whistles, but I’ll post a picture of the three of us if I can figure out how to do it.
I’ve been thinking a Iot lately about the concept of age-appropriateness or what makes something age-appropriate, particularly in reference to me and my clothes. Three things have really brought the issue into focus for me this past week: 1) I have lost almost 25 pounds since starting my new healthy eating and exercise program, and I’m starting to be able to wear some clothes I haven’t been able to fit into for awhile; 2) Now that all the holiday catalogs are starting to come in, I’ve been thumbing through them and getting ideas about how to update my wardrobe; and 3) I’ve been invited to a steampunk-themed Halloween party this weekend and I need to rifle through my closet to see what, if any, of my costume pieces currently fit and what I can throw together if they don’t fit.
I’ve always had a fairly individual sense of style and have never been shy about wearing what I want to wear regardless of whether or not it is fashionable or “in.” My closet currently holds everything from flowy broomstick skirts to thread-bare blue jeans to cardigan sweaters to fitted sheath dresses, with a wide range of shoes and accessories that (sort of) coordinate. As an overweight, broke, stay-at-home mom, I’ve tended to stick with jeans, sweatpants, t-shirts and sneakers over the past few years, but now that I’m getting healthier and feeling better about myself, I’m ready to start expanding my wardrobe and dressing a little nicer.
This is where I’m stuck, though. I’m 46 years old and not getting any younger. I know that age is only a number and I really don’t feel old most of the time, but just because I will soon be able to wear the same size and style of clothes I wore in my 20s doesn’t mean I should wear those things. I’m not ready for elastic-waist, polyester pants and sensible shoes, but I think I’ll leave the mini-skirts and 4-inch stilettos to the younger gals. I’m not ready to be old or look old, but I don’t want to desperately cling to my youth either. I’d like to age gracefully and move into this more mature phase of my life with humor, style and good taste, and I’m not really sure what that means for me right now.
I guess what I really want to know is if the leather bustier fits, should I wear it to the Halloween party? And if it doesn’t, what should I wear (that I currently own and that currently fits) instead?