rm | TDF costume collection

Well none of that quite went as planned.

I got there at 9. Ran into my riding instructor. When she had to go back to the barn I agreed to move my lesson to 6:30 so I could pick up costumes for the both of us (she needed hers for the barn's annual Halloween ride).

By the time I got up there anything good was gone. I think I found some stuff suitable to her needs though, and I did find a pair of breeches and a brilliant military jacket that, while in need of significant restoration work, is really really lovely (and also really realy fits me). It's also in the not quite right department (it's single breasted), but the collar is closer (the piece I own and have mentioned previously screams 1910 and is a bit big on me) to what it should be, and in fact if I don't replace the buttons on it (they are entirely missing at present), and don't close it up, it should be able to pass for what I'm going for pretty effectively. Now I just have to find a hat. My vision of this costume has been reduced to "I just want one good photo of me, back to the camera, cards in my hand, peering over my shoulder" because then like the three people I know who will be like "Jacket! Wrong!" won't be able to see enough of it to say shit and well, context is all.

Anyway. That was exhausting. And misguided in the firmest traditions of my rampant stupidity.

Now I need to make food, fidget about a bit with costumey things without roomie here to laugh at me, and then shower before lugging half this crap out to the barn.

ETA: Remember two years ago when I cooked up that Brian Slade costume, and I was like "people, this is going to weird you out!" and no one thought it could possibly be that effective until I traipsed down my stairs in that little blond wig? Well I just played about with my costume for this year, and people, this is going to weird you out. I am so pleased with myself. Muahahaahah.

Granted, I have to make the breeches fit me (they don't), but that's easy. And I have to buy a pair of cheap loafers and fetch my shoe buckles from my parents' house (why do I own these, I have no idea). And a hat would be really brilliant. And I should take some bleech to the white collar patches of the jacket, find a suitable shirt and repurpose some fabric scraps for the neckcloth, but dudes, I so win. And yes, that I have to sleep in curlers to get my hair to obey for this year's absurdity is just one of many punchlines.

Meanwhile, everything hurts, I have to ride today, and my instructor is like "have a shot before you get here so we can get the horse to trot without drama."

Yo. Weird life.