I'm feeling very famous today! You can catch my first ever guest post over at Sophistique Noir, and I have also been mentioned on the lovely Gothic Divine Magazine!! Please do check out my guest post for VictorianKitty, it includes pretty pictures in the English countryside taken by my lovely fella Dan. =)
This is in fact my first post on location; I'm house-sitting for my dad whilst he's away on holiday - and celebrating the arrival of my new pink boots, which I will OF COURSE post a picture of as soon as I'm home.
Since I have left my notes at home (nice one, Ames) I have not the foggiest idea what I was intending to write about today, so I figured I'd pull together a timely post about travelling with a Goth wardrobe. It was previously suggested by a reader that I write about the difficulties of travelling overseas with a Goth wardrobe, e.g. surviving customs, but since I have never actually travelled internationally nor even been on a plane, I figured I should do some more research on the subject first.
Many Gothlings, myself included, find it difficult to spend a night away from home without The Goth Essentials. Such essentials often include, but are not limited to:
- Spare boots
- Can of hairspray
- Face in a bag (aka make-up kit)
- Three eyeliner pencils
- Spare fishnets
- Poofy skirt
- 1 velvet corset
- 1 poofy skirt (white)
- 2 frilly skirts (black)
- 2 pairs gloves (1 striped, 1 lace)
- 1 handbag full of make-up
- 2 toiletry bags
- 1 pot Goth Juice (from Lush, invaluable for those of us with silly fringes)
- 2 pairs tights and 1 pair stockings (stripes, fishnet, rose patterned)
- a blouse, a waistcoat, a T-shirt, a small bag of jewellery and hair accessories, three pairs of socks...
- miscellaneous underwear
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How beautiful is she?! *dies of envy*
At least a corset or frilly skirt can be rolled up and shoved - carefully - down the side of one's suitcase or backpack, and a top hat can be stored relatively safely in the obvious place atop one's head. The real bane of a travelling Goth is the parasol. Yes, you can indeed hang it gracefully over your arm, but if you are like me, you will spend half your time tripping over it as it somehow entangles itself between your legs, and the other half panicking about snagging the beautiful lace or somehow unravelling the box pleats. In fairness, I probably don't help myself by worrying so much.
Half the time I feel that the only consolation for the Goth struggling doggedly across town in platform boots, with a corset and hoop skirt forcibly manhandled into their backpack, is the knowledge that they'll look damn good when they get there...