A semi localish friend is having a croquet/tea party day because her and her husband have always thought it could be so fun. Do I know how to play croquet? Nah, that’s fancy people stuff, but it’s not going to stop me from smacking some balls around and saying things like “I do declare” or whatever the fuck fancy people say.

And because we have been living through plague times and don’t hang out with people anymore it seems, it feels like quite the occasion and thus I have been preparing for it for over a month now. My family decided we would dress up in Alice in Wonderland inspired outfits.

I was originally going to dress up vaguely “Alicey” but then realized my outfit is way more aptly suited to portray Absalom. But the more I work on it, the more I realize I’m just going as goddamn Wonderland itself. And I’m not sure this is what John Mayer meant when he said, “Your body is a wonderland.” I’ll refrain from slapping a tag on my outfit that says, “eat me.”

It’s not that kind of party.

^trying to figure out how to make a teacup holster for Joey’s March Hare outfit out of thrifted purses.