At some point in the last two months I seem to have fallen into cosplaying. It started with seeing a girl at SDCC and saying to myself, “Oh, I think I might like to make a costume like that, only a little different…”
Now, I’ve got at least half a dozen costumes seriously planned in at least three fandoms. Once my Steampunk TARDIS is put together, I’m thinking Emma Peel. Thank goodness British TV is reasonably, well, low budget.
There’s always the film stuff, too. Who wouldn’t want to play at being the Sheik, or the Thief of Baghdad? Of course, the last time I tried to do the Thief, I realized I’d need to hand-screen the fabric for the pants.
I’m just glad I’m not super keen on anime, those costumes are nigh impossible to replicate. Though, well, I would rather like a Ghost in the Shell costume. AUGH. Stop, brain, stop. Just stop now.
This is insane. I can hardly sew buttons. What is wrong with me?
…and WTF is up with this sudden desire to wear spandex? HELP ME.
