Another year, another slew of hours wasted worrying about my Halloween costume. In fact, that's really all I reliably blog about... mostly because my friends and family will strangle me with electroluminescent wire if I talk about it much more.
I always like to incorporate elements that I happen to have lying around the house into my Halloween costumes; it preserves that childhood dress-up feeling. This year, I'm essentially broke, so I have to make sure whatever money I do spend goes a long way. Bring on the challenge!
I've decided to go with the Giger-esque cyborg ("gyndroid") that I've been toying with for years, but have never actually gotten around to putting together.
So, the rest of the outfit: silver shorts (I may splurge and buy these from American Apparel or eBay. I've never sewn shorts, and I'm not particularly good at working with stretchy fabric to begin with. Trying to make my own is just asking for an awful fit.) Over the shorts,I've got a black PVC 6-strap garter belt which will attach to tall black socks. I was looking through Artifice Clothing's collection of silver OTK's and thigh-highs, but they're not in my price range. Besides, I wouldn't want two different silver tones so close to one another. Also, I've worn pleather pants in the fall before and absolutely hate it. It's freezing for the first hour you wear it but you're still all sweaty since there's absolutely no air circulation. Then, it's like all the body heat you were desperate to retain earlier floods back into your legs. Imagine getting a hot flash only in your calves and thighs for an entire night. I plan on walking, dancing, etc. in 40-50 degree weather. No matter how beautiful vinyl looks in photo shoots, it's just not practical here. I don't plan on reliving Halloween 2004 when I was self-exiled to a corner, desperately trying to protect my wings and feathered dress while my friends ran off to the middle of the dance floor. Aaaanyway, the EL wire will be sewn onto the socks. I'm painting one of my many pairs of black boots silver. I may paint a matching schematic pattern on them, or decorate them with scavenged e-waste, but that would cut down on their post-holiday wearability. We'll see.
I've got the bottom half taken care of, but I have no feasible ideas for the top. I was thinking about putting neodymium magnets in the palms of some black fingerless gloves, but what if I get too close to someone's TV or computer? Although "summoning" canned beverages all night would be pretty damn cool. I need to think of something for my arms (preferably something warm) and neck/clavicle region.
So much left to figure out so late in the game! Aaaaah!
Was anyone else disappointed by Christian Siriano's Payless collection? I salivated for months over his fall runway collection: a brilliant union of classic silhouettes and badass details. The microsite for the Payless collection was covered with details of those shoes... close-ups, different angles. I dared to hope the capsule collections would be reasonable copies. And yet.............................................................. dear god, these shoes are frickin' boring! Did Siriano even actually work on these? If so, was it right after he suffered a stroke? I'm sure Payless has a competent marketing/Photoshop crew, yet even their online photos can't hide the cheap materials; they probably fell asleep after looking at the shoes for more than 30 seconds.
I can't sleep, but I can sew up accessories and restore 20's hats just fine. Great.
the world's about to end. Well, my world at least.
Mount Mabu has not been touched by modern man. British scientists found it using Google Earth. Whoa.
I voted for Obama. I'm hopeful for America's future. But the first thing I thought this morning was
Perhaps not for my whole life, but definitely for a good portion thereof, I've felt cut off from other people, like I don't quite connect. (Wow, I sound like an angsty teenager....) Like Dian Fossey and her gorillas, I can watch other people and reproduce their behavior, but no matter how good I get, it's ultimately a foreign construct. It's like knowing all the steps to a dance, but not fully understanding why you're dancing in the first place. Or like those preschool Suzuki violin prodigies who can play every note of a difficult piece perfectly, but their performance lacks any emotion: it's just one note after another, not rich, full, nuanced music. (If you don't know what I'm talking about, be happy; Suzuki Method preschool violinists can be unsettling. With rare exception, they can't interpret music much past what's written on a page or what their teacher's tell them to do... but can you really expect four-year-olds to be able to do much more than that? If I haven't ranted about it already, I'll do so in the future.)
I quit my job almost a month ago; since then, I've barely left my apartment and haven't spoken to anyone outside my immediate family. Honestly though, I'm content, happier than I've been in a long time. I just wish I could stay this way: hidden in an attic, watching people on the sidewalk three storeys below. (Actually, I rarely even look out the windows anymore. It's mostly reading, writing, and surfing the web for neuroscience lectures.) But it has to end, and soon. School starts Monday, although I haven't registered for classes. (In my defense, that's partially because I can't afford to until my financial aid disburses, which it mysteriously hasn't.) My savings are running low, and I had always intended to use them for a real emergency, not self-imposed social exile. Besides, I can't expect my boyfriend to be the sole provider for our household; it's just not fair to burden him like that.
Y'know, I think my disconnect is responsible for both my modest success in the service industry and the screaming that fills my head sometimes whenever I tie on an apron or work a cash register. I've gotten pretty good at reading people and tailoring my personality to their expectations and needs. I can sell frivolous, expensive unnecessaries to almost anyone and have them feel good about the purchase. And yet, I sometimes get this depressing twinge when I see customers come through the door... it's not quite depression or fear or anxiety... maybe a combination of alll of them, or maybe something completely different. How pitiful.
All I know is that it's getting harder and harder to wake up every day, and that I'm more and more disappointed when I do. I wish I were a fern.
** Originally I opened up Vox to write about a new font I ran across... so why this?
http://www.triangletattoo.com/women.htm
http://www.pbs.org/skinstories/stories/price.html
http://archive.seacoastonline.com/2004news/09262004/accent/39837.htm
http://www.luckyfish.com/pages/blarney/breast.htm
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Delightfully written, thought provoking, poses more questions than it answers (in a good way).
I don't think so.
I feel obligated to give an excuse, even if no one's around to accept it: I went back to school.
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