Halloween

So it is past my birthday, which means it is open season on Halloween. Some stores (Target, Wal-Mart) are already setting up Christmas, this means I have to start Halloween even earlier next year!

Twenty years ago, I was an adorable pink leopard for Halloween. See?

So I wanted to replicate my adorableness as closely as possible being a pink leopard (without being a slutty cat, because really, no one finds that sexy). Given my limited options available for pink leopard options at Party City and the like, I decided to take matters into my own crafty hands.

After finding very limited supplies of pink leopard anything at local craft stores, I decided, being a red head, that a calico cat costume would serve the spirit well enough without all the added tack. Fifteen dollars and a trip to Home Depot, Joanns, and Wal-Mart lead me to my super fantastic calico cat ears, tail, and collar!



I must say, I'm ridiculously excited about this whole get-up. The tail is even better, if I do say so myself (which I do, it's my blog!).



Materials:

-Ears
Headband
Pink Craft Foam
White fake fur
Black fake fur
Hot glue gun
Ribbon
Bow barette



-Tail
Metal Chain
Plumbing wire
White fake fur
Black fake fur
Jumbo Braid Kankelon (fake hair)
Needle and thread
Patience and sheer force of will



-Collar
Cheapo leather-ish collar
Giant silver bell
Jump ring

As far as clothing goes, I have plans to stencil skeleton fishies onto a black tank top, and some sort of tutu is in the works to go with white footless tights and (hopefully) black combat boots.

There will be pictures, oh yes. There will be pictures.
(and maybe cute little fake fangs if I can find some not-so-vampy ones).

HAPPY HALLOWEEN A WHOLE MONTH EARLY!

Reason Behind the Cape

So there's a song I've discovered quite recently that I feel should have been a song of childhood. If you can't guess, it's about a cape. I like it, and highly recommend Steve Earle to anyone interested in feeling like they're six again listening to grandpa's radio.

The Cape - Steve Earle, Guy Clark and Townes Van Zant Together at the Bluebird Cafe
Eight years old with a floursack cape
Tied all around his neck
He climbed up on the garage
He's figurin' what the heck
Well, he screwed up his courage up so tight
That the whole thing come unwound
He got a runnin' start and bless his heart
He's headed for the ground

Well (yes) he's one of those who knows that life
Is just a leap of faith
Spread your arms and hold your breath
And always trust your cape

Now he's all grown up with a floursack cape
Tied all around his dreams
And he's full of spit and vinegar
And he's bustin' at the seams
Well, he licked his finger and he checked the wind
It's gonna be do or die
He wasn't scared of nothin' boys
He was pretty sure he could fly

Well (yes) he's one of those who knows that life
Is just a leap of faith
Spread your arms and hold your breath
And always trust your cape

Now he's old and gray with a floursack cape
Tied all around his head
He's still jumpin' off the garage
And will be till he's dead
All these years the people said
He was actin' like a kid
He did not know he could not fly
So he did

Well (yes) he's one of those who knows that life
Is just a leap of faith
Spread your arms and hold your breath
And always trust your cape