Do NOT watch the “behind the scenes” footage of the Star Wars burlesque. It’ll ruin the whole thing (well, probably not. But it’s much more fun to watch and think that the women are actual fans.)
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The costume is pretty much done. Not exactly what I wanted/was going for, but with more time and money, I can tweak it.
Had an excellent thrift store day Monday.
Got these fabrics
Using the coppery green shimmer stuff for the bustier. Though the meshy crap would make a neat sort of cape something, but the jacket just doesn’t need much on it.
These glasses of some sort – my younger friend squeeing something about “Spy glasses!”
I was going to use the thing on the for my respirator. Didn’t work. Neither did the rib bones I have, since they’re all from the same side of the cow. Or pig. Whatever it was before I ate its flesh and bleached its bones.
It was one of those “Somebody died…” excursions, where there were just boxes of stuff clearly from the same person. A box of U.S. states fridge magnets, for example. And a box of…circuit looking plugs and wires and screws and thingamadoodles. I got this, also thinking for the front of the respirator
but it clashes with what’s already there. So that’s still waiting to be used.
Now, for the part that will REALLY make you jealous. So, SO meta, epically jealous:
Yup. I got a mullet wig and a cammo WH t-shirt. And a unicorn costume
Ultimately, the Renegade Squadron and Dharus patches will be the only recognizable (to nobody else there) Star Wars thing about it…but as long as I look awesome, that’s what counts. My problem is, per usual, I’ve gotten myself mired in details. My friend printed out my Dharus patch – just a silkscreen, and I decided it’d look so much better embroidered. And then the cups on the bustier – all handsewing. Right now I’m trying to invent a wine label, for the ambrosia green likker I plan to make to sip on at the event.
“It’s space booze. Of course it’s green.” – me
Though green wine was served with “braised nerf,” I think I might go with Necr’ygor Omic wine, and wish I had the time and means to make a mock-ad a la
Making your own disco ball is pretty easy – in theory. Smash some CDs, glue them onto a ball.
We (the ladies of Swanky Gruel, RIP) did it once.
Well…tried it once. I bled, and had to content myself with just drinking (a boo-hoo-hoo). Smashing CDs was harder than it looked – smashing them safely, that is (see aforementioned bleeding)(maybe if we’d smashed first and THEN started drinking…).
I recently discovered you can buy the mirrored squares, as seen in that photo below, at WalMart, etc. We were using styrofoam balls, for the light weight. Theoretically, though, you can stick that shit onto anything. I knew a lady who did it to taxidermied deer heads.
I just looked for another Vader helmet on ebay – I don’t want to use mine
but they’re not going within my price range (ie, whatever it costs in a bag of other stuff at the Asheville dollar-a-pound Goodwill).
I wish I had a famous blog, because I would start a disco challenge, and we could all make random things into disco balls and mail them to each other, and post pictures of ourselves getting down.
My fur bikini is creeping me out. Seriously. I CAN HEAR THE BUNNIES SCREAMING, CLARICE!
Plus, I think I’m allergic to it.