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Progress and a meme
Oct. 22nd, 2009 08:20 pmWent into the city today to get some stuff to finish the wedding outfit and my Halloween costume. I bought some sequined appliques to use on the red jacket for the wedding outfit although I’m not completely decided how I’m going to place them. (whether I’ll do something symmetrical or asymmetrical and if I’ll use all 4 or only 2) Except for closures, the jacket is otherwise done but I still need to make the dress.
I also got some cheap shoes and leather paint so I can paint them purple for my Daphne costume. And I bought a new pair of pink tights since I decided the first pair was a bit too bright for my tastes. The clothes are nearly finished. The dress is done but I’m going to remake the scarf since it came out a bit too short and bulky to tie nicely. Also still need to cut bangs into my wig. Should be done by this weekend. I kind of wish I could go to the botanic garden for pics this weekend but my brother is probably going to be busy with a paper for school. (The garden’s annual Halloween event is this Sunday and I find it’s a good time to take costume photos without seeming weird.)
And a book meme from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
athena8
1. Pick 10 of your favorite books or series.
2. Post the first sentence of each book. (If one sentence seems too short, post two or three!)
3. Let everyone try to guess the titles and authors of your books.
This is probably going to be super hard (unless someone is bored and starts Googling stuff XD;) since I tend to read a lot of series mysteries (only 2 of these are non-mystery) and most of my favorites aren’t that known. I might do another post after several days to explain where these come from. Extra hints: There’s one classic, all except 10 have series, and all series are the first book except for 5 and 7.
1) A surging, seething, murmuring crowd of beings that are human only in name, for to the eye and ear they seem naught but savage creatures, animated by vile passions and by the lust of vengeance and of hate. The hour, some little time before sunset, and the place, the West Barricade, at the very spot where, a decade later, a proud tyrant raised an undying monument to the nation’s glory and his own vanity.
2) Dr. Bartholomew Slocum was definitely dead. Inspector Gerald Witherspoon stared morosely at the body slumped over the huge mahogany desk and fervently wished he were home sitting in front of a roaring fire instead of standing in a gloomy Knightsbridge surgery.
3) I know what people say about me: that I am willful and opinionated, shockingly eccentric in my manner of dress (this is because I will not wear a corset), altogether a trial to my father. These things are true except the last.
4) Kate Ardleigh glanced warily over her shoulder. The late-summer night was black as the pit and stormy, lighted by the intermittent blue-white glare of lighting flashes.
5) Hands on hips, brows lowering, Emerson stood gazing fixedly at the recumbent ruminant. A sympathetic friend (if camels have such, which is doubtful) might have taken comfort in the fact that scarcely a ripple of agitated sand surrounded the place of its demise.
6) Athena ran blindly down the dark country lane, her breath coming in short, harsh gasps. Her school jacket with the St. Polycarp’s logo sewn to the pocket was no protection against the sudden drenching spring rain.
7) Lady Colveden stabbed a brooding knife into the breakfast butter. “I do wish,” she said, in a plaintive tone, “that casting wasn’t always so difficult…”
8) “I see…” said the vampire thoughtfully, and slowly he walked across the room towards the window. For a long time he stood there against the dim light from Divisadero Street and the passing beams of traffic. (Interview with the Vampire by Anne Rice, guessed bygothic_lolita)
9) After I completed my four years at Yale College in 18—, I faced the inevitable decision of what to do for the rest of my life. Conscious as always of our family’s standing as one of the oldest and most respectable in New England, my father encouraged me to read for the bar.
10) If only Simon weren’t such a practical joker! The other booksellers with whom she dealt were not given to joking about their profession—as one of them gloomily put it, peddling the printed word to a nation of semiliterates was no laughing matter—and Simon, of all people, ought to have been free of that weakness.
*looks over list* I certainly seem to like verbose writers, don’t I? :-P
I also got some cheap shoes and leather paint so I can paint them purple for my Daphne costume. And I bought a new pair of pink tights since I decided the first pair was a bit too bright for my tastes. The clothes are nearly finished. The dress is done but I’m going to remake the scarf since it came out a bit too short and bulky to tie nicely. Also still need to cut bangs into my wig. Should be done by this weekend. I kind of wish I could go to the botanic garden for pics this weekend but my brother is probably going to be busy with a paper for school. (The garden’s annual Halloween event is this Sunday and I find it’s a good time to take costume photos without seeming weird.)
And a book meme from
athena81. Pick 10 of your favorite books or series.
2. Post the first sentence of each book. (If one sentence seems too short, post two or three!)
3. Let everyone try to guess the titles and authors of your books.
This is probably going to be super hard (unless someone is bored and starts Googling stuff XD;) since I tend to read a lot of series mysteries (only 2 of these are non-mystery) and most of my favorites aren’t that known. I might do another post after several days to explain where these come from. Extra hints: There’s one classic, all except 10 have series, and all series are the first book except for 5 and 7.
1) A surging, seething, murmuring crowd of beings that are human only in name, for to the eye and ear they seem naught but savage creatures, animated by vile passions and by the lust of vengeance and of hate. The hour, some little time before sunset, and the place, the West Barricade, at the very spot where, a decade later, a proud tyrant raised an undying monument to the nation’s glory and his own vanity.
2) Dr. Bartholomew Slocum was definitely dead. Inspector Gerald Witherspoon stared morosely at the body slumped over the huge mahogany desk and fervently wished he were home sitting in front of a roaring fire instead of standing in a gloomy Knightsbridge surgery.
3) I know what people say about me: that I am willful and opinionated, shockingly eccentric in my manner of dress (this is because I will not wear a corset), altogether a trial to my father. These things are true except the last.
4) Kate Ardleigh glanced warily over her shoulder. The late-summer night was black as the pit and stormy, lighted by the intermittent blue-white glare of lighting flashes.
5) Hands on hips, brows lowering, Emerson stood gazing fixedly at the recumbent ruminant. A sympathetic friend (if camels have such, which is doubtful) might have taken comfort in the fact that scarcely a ripple of agitated sand surrounded the place of its demise.
6) Athena ran blindly down the dark country lane, her breath coming in short, harsh gasps. Her school jacket with the St. Polycarp’s logo sewn to the pocket was no protection against the sudden drenching spring rain.
7) Lady Colveden stabbed a brooding knife into the breakfast butter. “I do wish,” she said, in a plaintive tone, “that casting wasn’t always so difficult…”
8) “I see…” said the vampire thoughtfully, and slowly he walked across the room towards the window. For a long time he stood there against the dim light from Divisadero Street and the passing beams of traffic. (Interview with the Vampire by Anne Rice, guessed by
gothic_lolita)9) After I completed my four years at Yale College in 18—, I faced the inevitable decision of what to do for the rest of my life. Conscious as always of our family’s standing as one of the oldest and most respectable in New England, my father encouraged me to read for the bar.
10) If only Simon weren’t such a practical joker! The other booksellers with whom she dealt were not given to joking about their profession—as one of them gloomily put it, peddling the printed word to a nation of semiliterates was no laughing matter—and Simon, of all people, ought to have been free of that weakness.
*looks over list* I certainly seem to like verbose writers, don’t I? :-P
