Last night was Allen and Daphne’s Zombie Jesus Day party. Cool, but what, my dears, is the right thing to wear to such a momentous yet odd event? I mean, the menu included brrraaaaains, and the option to get a stigmata.
Of course. The classic little black dress, doh.
I decided that some church-going like costume would be appropriate, and opted for my simple, wool shift, LBD–the one that is all black but for the crisp white panel at the neck and shoulders. Very Sixties and very “clean”.
I mixed it up with some low-key zombie makeup, something I derived from the burlesque makeup class I recently attended. I used loads of deep pink on my eyelids and brushed a thick line of pink below my lower lashes . . . aiming to evoke a little blood, and maybe an up-too-many-nights-in-a-row kind of look. But, not too freaky. And, I think it worked. Sorry, I did not get photos :(
Nude hose with black, Mary Jane pumps, and a square, black and white bag accessorized my church girl outfit.
And after an enormous and sad hiatus from my LBD Project, it was a bit of a big deal to get myself up for the trek to Everett for the party, where I knew I’d be midst mostly unfamiliar faces. So, big points to me for getting over my recent and debilitating pity parties and back on the LBD horse–I mean, this is really what the Project is all about: keeping myself active and acquiring new experiences, as a way of shoving my past behind me and propelling myself into my future.
So, it was nice to be warmly received and to find myself amongst friendly and interesting people. Not that I would expect anything else from the Steins and their array of friends and loved ones.
We did eat human brains–an evil, gray, gelatinous concoction fed to us by Daphne, in her long, linen robes and disturbing stigmata.
We played a game involving heavy, square nails, with porn DVDs as prizes.
And we talked about miraculous things.
Happy Day of Risen from the Dead, everyone.
