
Camera is still- well, I'm really starting to worry about where the fuck my camera is, but anyway, you have to settle for the website pic.
It has a neat little detail in the back with the beading and such. Goes down into a v (need to figure out a bra that low too) and has all these tiny 'buttons' going down (there's a zipper) I tried on a few different things, but this one seemed to work the best. Chali really liked the separates with a corset and skirt, I just couldn't *breathe*. And I was a little worried about having the boobies tumbling out at some very inappropriate time ie ANY time. There was another one (I can't find a picture of it) that was just HOOCHIE. Long skirt, yes yes, but OMG BOOBIES *hides* It was *not* for a wedding, it was for the bachelors party. The bachelor who wants to get his ass in trouble bachelor party. Uh uh.
In other, non-hoochie news, Tom got back from Africa today, safe and sound. We met him and Graham over in Janesville at Culvers (you guys remember Culvers- custard and butterburgers? Ringing any bells?) Graham had all his pictures and Tom was telling us about the game trips (seeing NOT shooting) visiting the schools, staying with the tribes. It sounded
amazing, absolutely amazing. Tom bought a goat while he was there and, because this is what the Masai tribesmen do, he got to suffocate it. Fun, I know. But they do that to preserve the hide and the body because every part of the goat is used- kind of like the Indians with buffalo. They gave him the knife they used to cut it up too (he was so proud of that, it was cute) Graham said they offered him and Tom blood, too, but they said no. You don't drink the water, you *really* don't drink the goat blood.
But Tom's telling us all this stuff and he pulls out that knife. In the middle of the restaurant. My parents started to freak a bit, but he was like, Naw naw it's just a little knife. It was the length of my arm. He gave my dad a ceremonial knife from one of the other tribes they visited and a chief's staff (my dad says it looks like a shalalee; I concur) My mom got this big beaded necklace that marks a married woman and a bracelet. I got two beaded anklets, a beaded bracelet and this beautiful beaded belt with little metal bits hanging from it (it sounds like a wind chime when I move)
The thing is, African women are
skinny. The anklets? They're bracelets, there's no way I'll get them around my ankles, and I'm still amazed the belt fits. I doubt it will fit at my hips where my pants usually sit, but it does go around my waist (at the second smallest hole!) Wildly proud of that, especially after my celebratory Cinnabon (I bought my dress *and* drove to Milwaukee, that requires calorie love) But I haven't gone near any of it since we got home. I got
so sick on the drive home, crying, going to vomit sick, and the smell of the smoke and leather is still really strong on everything. I figure once they've had a chance to air out, though, it'll be fine. Tom just had to pack everything up to get it through customs (I think he 4-5 knives) so nothing we got has been in fresh air for a while.
Wow, what else today... I lost my gold cross, still not happy about that. It came off the chain when I was outside with Bailey. We all searched the yard, but came up with nothing. I'm going to keep an eye out for it, though, and keep my fingers crossed that a bird doesn't see it and decide it wants something shiny.
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