Tonight I was at this family event with lots of adorable kids in their cute Christmas attire. I had already been feeling grouchy all day, due to nasty weather, fatigue from a 12 hour work day, hormones, and being forced to attend aforementioned event rather than go home and rest. On a Friday night. So my fuse was short, and I had a meltdown in the car on the way home. I kept seeing all those cute kids having a great time with their nice parents, who were perfectly willing to sit on the floor to watch their kids sing three Christmas carols in a less than ideal performance space.
Why are they so enthralled with their child singing Jingle Bells? Because they look adorable in that outfit. They picked that outfit especially for tonight. But not just that. They MADE that kid. How proud am I when I draw or write something good? And how good would it feel to have an actual human running around doing cute things - a human which I made?
But then I remembered. I’m 30. I have three cats. Guys don’t look at me, let alone talk to me. Well, not appropriate guys.
And it hit me: I’m never going to attend events like that for MY kid. Because I’m never going to have a family. I have no chance of that.
Then my friend was complaining mildly about her husband, and how she has to explain everything to him because he doesn’t handle things the way she would, and how, “men just don’t get it…”
And I said, “They’re better than cats. I have three cats and they still don’t equal one husband, even a stupid one.”
Then I talked to my mom on the phone and without me bringing it up, she said she thinks our family is cursed to, “always get the short end of the stick.” And I cried and cried. I just couldn’t deal anymore.
My roommate made me feel better by playing Soul Caliber with me until I got too sleepy. Now I’m crying again.
It’s true I seem to have disgustingly bad luck. Really, I used to feel sort of pretty, and I used to have hope enough that I put in a little effort to meet new people. Now I’m just so tired of failing over and over that I can barely stand the thought of trying at all.
I spend a lot of time deciding if I want to try.
I am pretty sure that, regardless of race, creed, or culture, being a little girl getting your hair done up ranks about 11 on a 10-point scale of Please Momma Don’t.
Miss Frizzle and Mary Poppins, Lady Time Lords.
I ship it to the moon.
The Teacher and The Nanny. The Magic School Bus is a TARDIS, and Mary’s bag is bigger on the inside. No one will ever convince me that this is not true. Oh, and I ship it.
For crying out loud, the Magic School Bus actually does travel through time and space, easily changes it’s form like a Chameleon Circuit, and is casually ALIVE in certain ways. It’s a friggin’ TARDIS in all but name!
Anyone who has ever said the doctor could not be a woman has literally never seen either of these characters in action.
WOW, the front is just as spectacular as the back on this. The spring/summer 07 collection by Zuhair Murad is just gorgeous, but the red one is my favorite. Here’s a link to the full collection.
File this under what Margery Tyrell and Cersei Lannister wear to a gun fight. (Or what the Water Tribes and Fire Nation wear to a gun fight.)
The proportion on the hips of these is magic - any longer, and it would make the models’ legs look short, any shorter and it would bisect the whole dress.
Princess Bubblegum - Katsucon 2013
Made and modeled by me
Photography: Yenra Photography
The night before I wore this, I put on 300 swarovski rhinetones in a gradient on the skirt. I don’t even know how to cosplay in a way that doesn’t involve frantic night-before hotel work. Anyway, I’m really proud of all the detail on this costume, and you can see it great in this picture!