For I am winter bored

[pallas_athena]

Roll on the Equinox, roll on spring. From here on in, day beats night. I'm putting on my "GO SUN" cheerleading outfit (with pompoms) as I type: it's been bitingly cold in London for 3 days now and I'm bored already. I decree a return to springtime, effective immediately. Do you hear me, weathergods?

(laughingmagpie, captrenault and anyone else who lives where it actually is cold may laugh uproariously now. ...Yes, I'm a weenie, why do you ask?)

I decided to call my upcoming recital A Night On The Water. I think it fits.

I've been practicing Olga's aria from Eugene Onegin; I'd forgotten how absurdly happy-making this piece is to sing. Go, Tchaikovsky!

pvcdiva is in town at the moment; today she and velvetdahlia and I went for brunch, charity-shopping and ice cream. Good times.

Despite the snow, despite the falling snow, the California poppy seeds that I planted (in a cracked casserole dish, now drafted into horticultural service) have begun to poke brave little green shoots up above the dirt. I think there is no happier feeling than to see something like this.

Meanwhile, for fun and larks, here are a series of reasons why I love corsetmakers:

OMG amazing fall-on-the-floor gorgeous.

Green and glossy

Why yes, Batman is a transvestite, didn't you know dahhling?

Fetishtastic Victorian steampunk extravaganza

and lastly,

The sort of thing that brings joy to an Art Nouveau ho's heart.

I also have to give mad props to wyte_phantom, whose work never fails to inspire, and to pvcdiva, who taught me everything I know.

Love and lacing to all, and happy Spring.