Photo by Lionel. I was having some wig hair issues in the original, so I edited it a bit to bring the crazy fuzz down to bearable levels. (Why is it that my wigs always want to grow up to eat small children?)
This is one of my favorite portrait shots, though my lipstick looks a little toxic. Everything image after this one is by
This costume marks the first step in honoring the EGL Chickens. We're elegant. We're gothic. And we're damn chickens!
So let me tell you about these boots. One day, I saw them in a catalogue that was sent to me regardless of the fact that I can't afford a damn thing in it. After an intense internet search, I found that company had marked up the price by, oh ... about a hundred bucks. Nice for them, unrealistic for me, and so it was obvious where I was going to go to buy them. They hurt like hell, but they're also excruciatingly awesome. I can't drive in them.
I wish I had the ability to stare down the sun.
I have to say that the weather in D.C. was absolutely lovely this time around. My nose isn't red!
To be honest, the Puppy Love should be worn lower on the head, but I'm quite fond of how it looks like a crown of flowers when donned farther back. My Puppy Love was made by
I'm playing checkers with my butt.
I look a little short, but I also look like I could kick your ass. This is, alas, appearance alone, for my character was the most deathprone of all the EGL Chickens. Somebody once said to me, "You know what it means when the sun shines here? It means it's gonna rain again soon." This sort of sentiment can also apply to Starfield's fleeting grasp of life and a lag-free connection.
Did I mention that these are a particularly awesome pair of boots?
And that, as they say, is that.
Once upon a time, we used to warn dial-up users about those sorts of cuts.
To begin with the positive things, I managed to get the front of the top cleanly done, and after a bazillion pins and some paper towel, I got the skirt cross on relatively straight. I also managed to get a set of false eyelashes on mostly evenly. I am seriously symmetrically challenged sometimes, and the fabric stretched in new and unexpected ways, so these were no small feats. Each sleeve (there are technically four, since the top is lined) improved upon the first.
But I almost always have a side of a costume that I hate. In this case, I cannot stand the back view for a number of reasons. I screwed up on the collar's back something awful and was too scared to take it off again, so it is safety-pinned shut. The darts didn't quite turn out as I thought they would, leading to a weird look at the shoulders. Perhaps the worst of the bunch, I didn't plan on the actual weight of the elongated bow tails (like a genius, I did this part the day before the flight, so no "rethink" time), and so the bow has to be safety-pinned up as well. I am smart!
So my next goal is to make a costume (of what, still up in the air) that I'm proud of from every angle.
I should go to bed, but they're showing this episode about fried food, and I'm drawn to it, despite every protesting artery in my body.