somehow i opened my fat trap and from the frog footman became alice in wonderland after one of the other girls at the library couldn’t make it. i am going to be alice in wonderland! it is going to be food table of many judged by ian parmenter. we will have heart tarts, a cheshire cat, teapots and a spare place at the table. i almost feel like i’ve got a part to play and a princess attitude to ignore. and none of that disney whitewash here. maybe i won’t get a blond wig and be a black haired alice. nobody at my workplace is a natural blonde anyway.

edit: while “researching” (now i know what an alice band is), i end up reading designer kato’s points. “do not make your image by yourself” i.e. don’t be so quick to judge what looks good and what doesn’t on you.

i always think i don’t look cute, and i’m overgrown and have my father’s face, but here’s an opportunity to try some new things. i just don’t want to wear the 80s puff sleeve ballgown that one of the librarians brought in though.