It feels foolish, especially given recent examples of how some people have real problems, but I desperately want a proper wardrobe again. Gowns, jewelry, veils, the whole lot. Shoes.

I've been talking fashion with this girl from the Free Cities. Hilda--[probably has a last name. Probably doesn't even actively avoid giving it out, the way Lenore does.]--well, Hilda. Bright pink hair?

We've been joking about going into fashion design together. We might not be joking.