Showing posts with label hairy legs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hairy legs. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

Another one of my more ridiculous ideas.

This past Christmas, I had the idea that I'd like to decorate my hair up like a Christmas tree. I came up with a plan to adhere a styrofoam cone to a head band, then cover it with tracks of hair extensions. I would then clip in some lightweight dollar store ornaments, and a paper star. I even acquired some battery operated multi-colored rice lights, and planned on hollowing out a space on the cone for the 4-AA battery pack.


This was my sketch:


I never got around to doing it, however, due to all the holiday madness. But there is always next year, and hopefully by summer, I'd like to explore some of my costumery ideas.


Dressing up has always been a big part of my life. I've been doing it since I was as young as three, taking every opportunity as a reason to really play. My costumes ranged from Elvira with socks for boobs for a random day in October when I was 5, to one of the observers with a blue rag in a bowl for watching Mystery Science Theater 3000 when I was 7. Maybe it's because I took dance and theater. Maybe it's something that's just in me. I haven't really gotten to enjoy this sort of entertainment recently, save the one time sophomore year of college when my housemates walked in the front door to find me cooking corn in a homemade Indian feather headband. I was very happy this past October that a political rally was held the day before Halloween, which justified my ridiculous enthusiasm as Sweet Sarah P.

Costumery and play is something that's brought me a lot of happiness and laughs with the people around me in my life. I'm hoping that with that in me, I can pursue a side project and potentially make some fun and interesting things. But I don't think I'll ever be a larper.

Monday, October 26, 2009

Third time's the charm.

Well, that cliche isn't necessarily true. This is the third time I've redone this project. I'm still not entirely satisfied with it, but the progress I've made gives me some hope. I like the urine a lot more than the venue name/date/time.

Saturday, September 26, 2009

You fail at type, you fail at Life.

And boy did I fail on this one.
No joke, the first tears of the semester came about after this class. I finished the first copy the day before it was due, and hated it. I spent the next twenty four hours making another piece. Ironically enough, when all was said and done, the second version was also a failure.
I have to redo this.