Boooooo, ugly old skirt found in the back of my dresser, which was always sort of too long, and is now all pilly and stretched-out and too big, too.
I know! I shall TRANSFORM THEE!! Using only the powers of my imagination and my Brother XL-2600, I will render thee…
An ugly old dress which is somehow simultaneously slutty and dumpy.
This is my impression of kinderwhore-era Courtney Love, if she were also a librarian grandma who made her own clothes out of ugly old stretched-out pilly skirts, and also she did not know how to pose for a picture, and also she just heard a mysterious thud-and-panicked-skitter noise in her bedroom and was about to go see if either of her cats was dead but then the shutter went off.
Eh…and THEN I was going to dress up with ratted hair and a tiara and smeared red lipstick and take a photo of me posing with my little orange guitar there for that? But…that seemed like a lot of work, and kind of mess, and I just took a shower, so…I’m not going to do that after all. Instead, here’s someone else pretending to be Courtney Love, because, shrug:
Also, Chris pointed out to me that there was a giant hole in the back. WELL I WOULD LIKE TO POINT OUT TO CHRIS THAT HE’S A BIG MEANIE and that also if Chris would just steal me a dang old copy of Photoshop already then I could have deleted those weird lines where my bra is kind of showing through, COULDN’T I???
So, uh. Anybody want this dress? I can fix the hole in the back? I can’t much fix the general sadness/ugliness.
THIS WAS AN INTERESTING THING TO READ. THE END.
Okay, but then I did it anyway:
My turtles did NOT appreciate this photoshoot, with all the jumping around right beside their tank and whatnot. Also, full disclosure: I was actually singing this song in those photos, not Hole. I never got that much into Hole?
Why haven’t I bought myself a new goddamn tiara yet already???