i am a dumbass: the story of how i fucked up by buying a six hoop crinoline.
so recently, I've been getting into royaltycore. like, super into royaltycore. and for christmas my grandma gave me a $100 amazon gift card.
so i decided that i would make a ballgown for myself, as one does. i gathered the supplies i wanted to use minus a fabric and pattern (my mom and i are gonna go get those soon) and ordered a few things off amazon, including a six hoop crinoline.
said crinoline arrived today. i tore open the package, put it on, and it was magical. the way it moved when i walked, when i jumped, everything. when i was done playing with it, I went to put it away and realized, "oh fuck, there's no place for me to put this".
so i took some ribbon and gently tied the inside of the skirt to the outside in two spots and hung it up in my closet.
but it lurks there, staring at me, mocking me while i lay in my bed. i see its eyes, though it has none, full of malice.
i am terrified that soon, the potential energy of the hoops will overpower my lazy knots and that i have created a spring-loaded trap for myself.