costumes

Proof positive that you get what you asked for:

Knitting in fishnets! All the cool goths knit Continental-style.

It was quite a trick, disguising the reddish-blond hair and eyebrows under makeup, wig, and borrowed clothes. (The things we do for dragon*conTV taping!)

Ok, they weren’t all borrowed. The skirt, fishnets, makeup, and shoes were mine. The shirt was waaaaaaay too tight to even possibly belong to me. I don’t know whose wig I was wearing. The little fingerless glove things cracked me up, but the black nail polish took a LOT of scrubbing to get off of my nails.

So that’s me, fully-gothed and working on a baby blanket for Andrew & Joy. (Yep, that’s ‘blue ambition.’)

Like virtually every other shirt or dress I’ve ever owned, it wants to slide off my shoulders. I’d blame my utter lack of sewing skills, but they’ve picked up more than their share of blame for this project. My shoulders just point down and entropy, like gravity, goes along for the ride.

I finished all principal sewing on my Halloween costume tonight. In fact, I am wearing it, breathless and giggling, as I write these words; I am giving my body a few minutes to relearn how to sit properly in a dress of this type.Scratch ‘relearn.’ I’ve never worn anything remotely like this.

(whap) “Tenzing, get OFF the fabric!”
MEOW! (indignant)
(sound of cat being tossed across the room)
(sound of cat jumping onto fabric)
“Edmund!”
(sound of cat being tossed across the room)
(sound of cat jumping onto fabric)
“TENZING!”
(sound of cat being tossed across the room)
(sound of spouse laughing) “Got help, hmm?”

…and so it goes, and so it goes.