I have always been a creature of impulse and decadence. Therefore, I have always been less than apt at managing my plat. Hence why I have have spent much of this evening shivering atop the Snowy Plateau, rather than embarking upon on of my usual (and more pleasurable) evening pursuits. Collecting Ice Crystals is cumbersome work; their sharp edges dig into the numbness of my hands and draw warm blood. I wander idly around the mountain top thinking to myself of how much better the crystals would look bobbing from the lobe of my ear than being carelessly fondled by the gnarled hands of Margot...

Which reminds me! I am begining work upon the design for my next outfit. I recently recieve a darling gift of some luxuriant material of which I am to fashion a waist coat of - Not the usual waist coat, I am thinking of something free-flowing perhaps. No buttons. Cut to sharp and exquisite angles. A large colar... Perhaps I shall wear it pricked!