My idea of a good party is when no one looks at me funny when I start ranting about the way Star Wars follows the archetypal hero's journey as laid out by Joseph Campbell in The Hero with a Thousand Faces and how the prequels fell flat because Lucas moved away from the monomyth after I've had a few glasses of wine.
I should probably try to get out more.
But back to that life long dream thing. Since it's become obvious that I probably won't live to see the formation of the United Federation of Planets let alone get to join Starfleet the next best thing is Halloween.
|7 year old resa is crushed. CRUSHED|
And so, this year will see my debut as the original series' Lt. Uhura. YES. I am determined. Even if the Boyfriend is now nervous that someone we know will find out about this since I'm letting the internet know that not only am I a Trekkie but I'm that sort of Trekkie. Thanks for the support, jackass.*
It seems that this costume is going to take a certain amount of determination. Because while I could go buy a licensed Star Trek uniform that seems silly. It would be expensive, made out of awful material and I'd like a little more fabric between my butt and the world. I want to be just like Uhura in a lot of ways, but having to wear matching underpants because they would inevitably be shown is too much.
So, I've been on a quest. To find a long sleeved a-line dress pattern. That had the right sort of silhouette. And could be made out of a lightweight material because Texas = Mercury. And would be within my still beginner sewing abilities. It's been harder than I expected. I found a few candidates, though they may not meet the 'within my abilities' stipulation. I foresee several evenings of Mater patiently pushing me out of the way and recommending I go watch TV with Pater after having to see me flap about because 'this is hard and I'm awful and I'm going to ruin it forever and then kill myself in a tragic sewing machine accident because wharrgarrbl.' Sometimes I don't know how she puts up with me.
I also went and got a new hair cut. I told my stylist that I've been on a mod kick lately, which is true, but didn't tell her that Star Trek's what's kicked off the renewed interest.
|Silly photos are silly.|
It's not straight up mod, I decided that since it'd be a pretty drastic change from my usual 'it looks kinda good even if it is sticking up' cut and I needed to ease into it if I were to be expected to style it. By which I mean brush it. Ever. And hey, I've got actual bangs for the first time ever. Wheeee.
*He wants to point out since I'm airing our business that he's a funny jackass, not a mean jackass. I tend to agree.