Once upon a time there was a Victorian maiden who, escaping from her impending matrimony to an aging peer, decided to join a traveling circus. The circus wasn't quite sure what to do with an elegant lady right at first. They put her in charge of tickets for a while, but when she failed to keep adequate track of the fares, decided that she'd be best used as a silent model -- as a sort of muse for their circus, a living figurehead.
She glowed in her new position, always standing straight and fair in the foremost wagon, so that when the circus came to each new town the little children would point at her and say, "Cor -- there she is, the circus lady!"
The circus grew old, but through some strange witchcraft, she did not. Year followed year, and while she stood silent, the circus aged and died around her. Where did she go after the last elephant and last painted lady and last carnie barker faded into the gloam?
She ended up whispering advice to a number of designers, of course, telling them all about her years and years of carnie wardrobe. These items from ~silentsparrow~ and Schadenfreude and others are on sale at the Carnival of Doom.
Of course, I'm making all this up. None of it happened; it was only a small, twisted, Gaiman-esque dream.
***Hat: Schadenfreude top hat from the tuxedo suite in green
***Hair: ETD Patootie in black (got it during the fabulous hair sale)
***Skin: Another Fundraiser Belle Morte by Bronwen
***Earrings: Schadenfreude skully earrings, Halloween freebies, La Reina (180, 170, 27)
***Jacket: [CRAP] Big Knit, Big Collar in Red (worn without the waist bit)
***Gloves: Pushbutton Industries *PBI* Dirty Bandages Gloves (bloody)
***Skirt: (prim skirt, bloomers): Schadenfreude (Carnival of Doom) Blood Bigtop Ballgown Skirt
***Shoes: None. I mean, who'd see shoes under that skirt? Ya know?