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Aug. 14th, 2011 12:35 pmI'm being run from the inside by a drill sergeant in my head. Forced to do crunches and push-ups and god knows what else on the weekend. Apparently it's for my own good, so I'll look awesome in my Tron costume. Personally, I think it's revenge for making all my characters suffer through my writing.
I'm still not sure what to do about said Tron costume. I think I may just resign myself to an hour of prep or so, with the boy's help; I'll ask him about that when he gets up. Because the more I think about it, the more sewing it to the unitard is the best solution, and there's no way I can do that and not have it take for freaking ever. The other thing I might do, though, is I might undo the back seam, since it sews down the midline of the body, and put in a zipper. Since I'm only using one long piece of 30ft lightwire, to put it on and take it off again I unhook it from the battery pack, undo my zipper, peel it off carefully, put it away carefully, and then I'm just in my under-unitard. ... That might actually work. Holy shit, I might actually be able to do that. Okay then. That cuts my prep-time by a hell of a lot.
Ahem. Anyway. That can happen in a few hours, it's my weekend, I'm damn well relaxing for a little while longer. And watching more Leverage. For those of you who are following along, I've finished Season 1 and Eliot is my new best friend. I've suddenly developed an appreciation for Christian Kane I never had before, and he is far, far hotter in motion than he is in still photos. Just one of those things, some guys are like that. But now I want to run my fingers through his hair. Mm.
(Which is actually also good for my motivations of practicing guitar! Bonus.)
Ooogh. Stuff, things. My thighs are all twitchy from exercise now, gleep. But I am, in fact, awesome. I have black zippers of various lengths floating around my craft room and I ordered white shorts based on what my actual size is and not what my ideal size is, which means they fit and I don't feel terrible in them. Which means I can dye them next weekend. I'd do it today except I don't want to rush around doing ALL the costume things, so, Tron costume is enough. Faye Valentine, IF I decide to go as her this year (seriously, I have Cheetara, Silk Spectre, Tron, and Abby Sciuto assembled, this is getting ridiculous), will be an extra special bonus.
Oof. And at some point later tonight there may be spinning, but I'm not going to put that in as something I have to do today. Just a thought. Mm, so. Today, sewing zipper onto costume. Then stitching on lightwire, hopefully. Making dinner and starting spaghetti sauce. And fucking around. I can do this. This is easy.
I'm still not sure what to do about said Tron costume. I think I may just resign myself to an hour of prep or so, with the boy's help; I'll ask him about that when he gets up. Because the more I think about it, the more sewing it to the unitard is the best solution, and there's no way I can do that and not have it take for freaking ever. The other thing I might do, though, is I might undo the back seam, since it sews down the midline of the body, and put in a zipper. Since I'm only using one long piece of 30ft lightwire, to put it on and take it off again I unhook it from the battery pack, undo my zipper, peel it off carefully, put it away carefully, and then I'm just in my under-unitard. ... That might actually work. Holy shit, I might actually be able to do that. Okay then. That cuts my prep-time by a hell of a lot.
Ahem. Anyway. That can happen in a few hours, it's my weekend, I'm damn well relaxing for a little while longer. And watching more Leverage. For those of you who are following along, I've finished Season 1 and Eliot is my new best friend. I've suddenly developed an appreciation for Christian Kane I never had before, and he is far, far hotter in motion than he is in still photos. Just one of those things, some guys are like that. But now I want to run my fingers through his hair. Mm.
(Which is actually also good for my motivations of practicing guitar! Bonus.)
Ooogh. Stuff, things. My thighs are all twitchy from exercise now, gleep. But I am, in fact, awesome. I have black zippers of various lengths floating around my craft room and I ordered white shorts based on what my actual size is and not what my ideal size is, which means they fit and I don't feel terrible in them. Which means I can dye them next weekend. I'd do it today except I don't want to rush around doing ALL the costume things, so, Tron costume is enough. Faye Valentine, IF I decide to go as her this year (seriously, I have Cheetara, Silk Spectre, Tron, and Abby Sciuto assembled, this is getting ridiculous), will be an extra special bonus.
Oof. And at some point later tonight there may be spinning, but I'm not going to put that in as something I have to do today. Just a thought. Mm, so. Today, sewing zipper onto costume. Then stitching on lightwire, hopefully. Making dinner and starting spaghetti sauce. And fucking around. I can do this. This is easy.