you know, maybe I do need to develop a little midlife crisis thing.

Not so that I can buy a red convertible or acquire myself a boy-toy (toy-boy?) but so that I can undergo an image change and have an excuse.

because more and more, things that fit in with the "goth" image just grab me.
Like these: opera-length gloves

there was a time when I used to LOVE opera and even listened to the Saturday Met broadcasts; now it's just too much sturm und drang (even in the Italian operas) for me.