So it has been my intention to walk my super-fancy Nebula gown in the Orycon Masked Ball this weekend. But since I wore it back in May, some terrible, terrible things have happened. And many of those things have been scone-shaped, pumpkin-flavored, and iced.

Yes, I have gained a few pounds, and it remains to be seen whether my corset is up to the challenge of sufficiently smallifying my Junoesque form. It is, after all, an industrial-strength corset. And my dear daughter is VERY strong. So hope springs eternal. And of course, if worse comes to worse, at least I know the hat will still fit me.

In any case, here is my favorite photo from when I DID fit into the dress, taken by the inimitable Ellen Datlow.