in which i overthink insignificant details

last night, having reached a point in the story i'm writing at which my protagonists were to attend a posh cocktail party thrown by a notorious arms dealer (they're always notorious, aren't they?), ( i decided i needed to work out exactly what the protagonista, Hannah, would wear. )

by the way, while hunting for shoes, i stumbled across these. didn't that dead fish skeleton jewelry trend go out in the late 80s, about a month after it came in? i had a pair of 3" long earrings like that. god they were ugly. one realizes these things only in retrospect, of course.