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The Pink Elephant and other Bitches
03/09/2004 10:28 pmJust seen all the doom and gloom on the Yahoo news. Stop the world. Izzie wants to get off. But today, Izzie just wants to talk trivia.
Izzie never did get around to mentioning her adventures yesterday. Since it was the Izzie's turn to chair Friday morning's meeting, Iz figured it would be just the perfect excuse to be Dolores for a day. Problem was that payday was on Thursday which did not leave much shopping time, especially as Iz was unable to get to the shops until 3.30 or so in search of the elusive pink cardigan.
Cheapskate that she is, first stop was an op shop. No luck on the cardigan front but we did get some bright pink glasses, a floral pale pink handbag for the princely sum of half a silver sickle and some totally tacky and wickedly kitschy 'Princess' hairbands, bowties and pink and white costume jewellry. Iz especially loved the nasty translucent pink ring with a heart and white one with a crown. And how could the Iz go past the pink butterfly wands with sparkleses?
They did have another shop on the other side of town that Iz intended to check out too but also wanted to get to the grocery shops to get picnic supplies and most importantly of all - to be at the beach in time for sunset.
Iz was delighted with her haul of horridness which cost less than one hour's house elf wages. But there was more delights in store. One of the club members had brought his youngest daughter who is about nine or so and she is a bit of a pot head and another club member turned up wearing a pink cardigan and black hairtie thingie.
A whole bunch of folks looked totally perplexed at this sudden profusion of pink where they were so used to seeing GREEN and the Iz enjoyed it immensely.
After an opening speech replete with the obligatory buzzwords and coughing fits too countless to mention, plus the big bowl of speckled pink and white jelly beans (courtesy of Bertie Botts) everything ran rather smoothly. Folks were unusually well behaved and civilized and there was no need to hand out a single detention to anyone.
But what was particularly amusing was the last speech by a certain Alex who Izzie had the pleasure of infecting with the Potter bug and who has now also become a card carrying member of the National Society for Dolores Adoration and Promotion.
She very kindly gave Iz a copy which we must save for later. She was pretty peeved that one of the members asked "What's up with Little Bo Peep?" Most offended indeed she was. She also observed that the Izzie quill was white and not a steely shade of black like it should be. (Must go down to the river and ring the neck of some poor unfortunate swan to keep totally in character)
But quite a few folks there, despite the sadly lacking pink cardigan knew just what the Izzie was up to. Iz was particularly amused to be told by the girl who tagged along with her dad "No. You're not a Dolores. You don't look like a toad at all but just a normal human being" Iz did not know to be complimented or insulted with the insinuation that she is somewhat normal
Alex had her eye on the Izzie accessories, so we went to their other shop - the one that the Iz didn't visit yesterday. It was much bigger and there was lots more stuff to choose from. But Izzie's criteria were kind of tricky - still searching for that cardigan as there will be other days for Iz to be chairwoman of the meeting, or even better, dressing up for the Wizard's Express train. But the cardigan had to be utterly horrible, affordable and fittable. Izzie is not exactly some svelte size 8.
We then got the train and op shopped some more including the shop where Iz bought her green goblin hat many moons ago. Was rather amazed at how cheap and how good some of the stuff is in these second hand charity sorts of places. Did find a few vey nice green, beige and grey blouses but the cardigan was much more elusive. Alex had a much easier time of it than Iz as she is about one third the size of this serpent who looks rather more like an elephant.
We even went to the kitchenware section of this second hand store in search of plates with frolicking kittens. Iz tried to find some on Thursday to give away as prizes at the meeting but there was just no kittens to be caught out there.
So Iz did acquire one pale and one very shocking pink jumper. A perfectly ghastly pink and white crocheted waistcoat kind of thingie would have been just the thing if yet again it wasn't too small for the Iz.
So now in the Izzie lair, we have set aside a special spot for Dolores dress ups with the necessary accessories. Just perfect for any occasion for letting out the inner bitch. Iz jokingly says to Alex who is moving into her new place next month that she should dedicated one bedroom especially to Her Royal Pinkness.
Izzie really must bring in that bear that she got a few weeks ago. Yesss. Izzie has 3 bedrooms and two rooms downstairs. We can have an Uberbitch Kitsch competition. It's cheap and it's fun and totally tasteless but then what else would one expect from such an insidious serpent as the Izzie?
Izzie never did get around to mentioning her adventures yesterday. Since it was the Izzie's turn to chair Friday morning's meeting, Iz figured it would be just the perfect excuse to be Dolores for a day. Problem was that payday was on Thursday which did not leave much shopping time, especially as Iz was unable to get to the shops until 3.30 or so in search of the elusive pink cardigan.
Cheapskate that she is, first stop was an op shop. No luck on the cardigan front but we did get some bright pink glasses, a floral pale pink handbag for the princely sum of half a silver sickle and some totally tacky and wickedly kitschy 'Princess' hairbands, bowties and pink and white costume jewellry. Iz especially loved the nasty translucent pink ring with a heart and white one with a crown. And how could the Iz go past the pink butterfly wands with sparkleses?
They did have another shop on the other side of town that Iz intended to check out too but also wanted to get to the grocery shops to get picnic supplies and most importantly of all - to be at the beach in time for sunset.
Iz was delighted with her haul of horridness which cost less than one hour's house elf wages. But there was more delights in store. One of the club members had brought his youngest daughter who is about nine or so and she is a bit of a pot head and another club member turned up wearing a pink cardigan and black hairtie thingie.
A whole bunch of folks looked totally perplexed at this sudden profusion of pink where they were so used to seeing GREEN and the Iz enjoyed it immensely.
After an opening speech replete with the obligatory buzzwords and coughing fits too countless to mention, plus the big bowl of speckled pink and white jelly beans (courtesy of Bertie Botts) everything ran rather smoothly. Folks were unusually well behaved and civilized and there was no need to hand out a single detention to anyone.
But what was particularly amusing was the last speech by a certain Alex who Izzie had the pleasure of infecting with the Potter bug and who has now also become a card carrying member of the National Society for Dolores Adoration and Promotion.
She very kindly gave Iz a copy which we must save for later. She was pretty peeved that one of the members asked "What's up with Little Bo Peep?" Most offended indeed she was. She also observed that the Izzie quill was white and not a steely shade of black like it should be. (Must go down to the river and ring the neck of some poor unfortunate swan to keep totally in character)
But quite a few folks there, despite the sadly lacking pink cardigan knew just what the Izzie was up to. Iz was particularly amused to be told by the girl who tagged along with her dad "No. You're not a Dolores. You don't look like a toad at all but just a normal human being" Iz did not know to be complimented or insulted with the insinuation that she is somewhat normal
Alex had her eye on the Izzie accessories, so we went to their other shop - the one that the Iz didn't visit yesterday. It was much bigger and there was lots more stuff to choose from. But Izzie's criteria were kind of tricky - still searching for that cardigan as there will be other days for Iz to be chairwoman of the meeting, or even better, dressing up for the Wizard's Express train. But the cardigan had to be utterly horrible, affordable and fittable. Izzie is not exactly some svelte size 8.
We then got the train and op shopped some more including the shop where Iz bought her green goblin hat many moons ago. Was rather amazed at how cheap and how good some of the stuff is in these second hand charity sorts of places. Did find a few vey nice green, beige and grey blouses but the cardigan was much more elusive. Alex had a much easier time of it than Iz as she is about one third the size of this serpent who looks rather more like an elephant.
We even went to the kitchenware section of this second hand store in search of plates with frolicking kittens. Iz tried to find some on Thursday to give away as prizes at the meeting but there was just no kittens to be caught out there.
So Iz did acquire one pale and one very shocking pink jumper. A perfectly ghastly pink and white crocheted waistcoat kind of thingie would have been just the thing if yet again it wasn't too small for the Iz.
So now in the Izzie lair, we have set aside a special spot for Dolores dress ups with the necessary accessories. Just perfect for any occasion for letting out the inner bitch. Iz jokingly says to Alex who is moving into her new place next month that she should dedicated one bedroom especially to Her Royal Pinkness.
Izzie really must bring in that bear that she got a few weeks ago. Yesss. Izzie has 3 bedrooms and two rooms downstairs. We can have an Uberbitch Kitsch competition. It's cheap and it's fun and totally tasteless but then what else would one expect from such an insidious serpent as the Izzie?
