Ha, hah. Day three of icepick-stabbing headache, thanks very much.
I'm pretty sure any of my readers who suffer with a chronic issue that puts constant stress on their body is familiar with other things going haywire because the body can't handle stress on top of stress with any skill - the added pressure over my being unwell last week and the headache (not plural - it hasn't gone away) has led to my mouth developing the most irritating sore spots that make consuming anything a challenge.
(I assume my body is doing this out of spite, as it normally breaks down in some way right before an event I've been looking forward to. For a dear friend's wedding, I had a full-blown, four day migraine, right when I really wanted to enjoy her fantastic NYE wedding (and a visit to San Francisco, where I had never been. If I plan to go dancing, my body will decide that day is a perfect day to start throwing up for no reason, and a trip to England usually results in a mild case of plague, or something. My body is evil.)
They don't tell you about the extras you get when you get a permanent condition. I for one, am considering asking for my money back.
But! I cannot be under the weather for this weekend emotionally, because I am set! The last accessory for my steampunk costume is a hair away from being done, and I'm excited (Bob made it - y'all will be impressed by his vision, I think). The other stuff is done, and I have five costumes, which seems about right for the equation that runs: Importance of costume to event (i), multiplied by Odds of other attendees also making multiple costumes ((o)1billion), divided by Level of Complication of each costume (/lc blah blah blah omgdoyouseewhatshe'swearing?!!!!).
(Oh, man, I totally want one of those really great old steamer trunks - the kind with drawers, and a hanging thing, and stuff. They're awesome. I need to check if anyone is making replicas - or, if there is one out there, I'm sure one of my faithful readers will know the link.)
BTW, I was ripping apart flowers for "fairy" wings last week, and I can wholly recommend silk peonies - the multiple layers of colours and shapes works quite nicely. *mysterious hint about costume*
Okay, maybe not so mysterious - I'm doing a flower fairy (sort of) - but I'm cheating and wearing a corset and silk skirt I already have. I made wings and a hairpiece, decorated shoes, and I have a rose "wand". I spend so much of my time making serious historical stuff, that I wanted to be silly and fluffy, and I haven't had an "elves and fairies" themed party for Bob's birthday yet (and won't), so this seemed like a good time. Yes, I'm almost 40, and closer to gnome than fairy, but any objectors can suck it. I've got flower petal wings.
I've always loved making costumes, and dressing up (I am actually horrified at the number of vintage pieces I butchered in my teens, "Pretty in Pink"-style), and before I joined the SCA, I used to do the masquerades at the local conventions. I had fun with it, but it soured over the years (dram-aaaaaah), and now I skip that bit. But I do love dressing up in silly costumes and vintage stuff. From a small (but beautiful) collection that I had to give to a loving home when I left the UK (I didn't have the money to ship them, or the baggage space to bring them), I've built up a fairly decent wardrobe of vintage pieces - certainly enough to have a really fantastic dress-up day with friends. And it can be friends of all sizes, because a decent number of the outfits, defying all odds, are actually human-sized.
(I do, of course, have a significant section made up of clothes in size 1 or 0, but they're pretty, so I collect them anyway.)
For me, a large part is the accessories - I've been collecting accessories (not just shoes, but combs, compacts, papers/ephemera, underwear, jewelry, and so much more) for years as well, and one of my favourite things is my 1940s purse with 1940s things in it, like a compact, a pen with the date, tiny medication tins, and a tiny matching coin purse with 1940s coins (in case I need to make a phone call or hail a cab, right?). I love this kind of thing.
For CCon, I have multiple accessories for every outfit, from the reticule, gloves, and opera glasses that go with my purple Victorian, to the "science bag" (that will probably have science crackers (scroll down to the entry for 11/5/2004) in it at some point) for the steampunk, and the aforementioned 1940s purse that goes with the awesome (and slightly ratty, but who cares?) vintage '40s evening gown I'm bringing (plunging neckline ftw).
(I figure it's as good a place as any to wear neat vintage.)
I think the 1940s had the most flattering evening gowns - the 1930s ones were drop-dead gorgeous, and I have a wedding dress from the 1930s that is a freaking work of art*, but they were designed for that kind of delicate, small-boned physique that is only possible after 10 years of a major economic Depression; by contrast, 1940s gowns accentuated the waistline, skimmed over the hips, and were alluring. Dior's New Look came out in 1946-7-ish (er, I think - too lazy to look up the link), and was big in the US before the end of the '40s, but didn't really make it to the UK until clothing rationing stopped in the 1950s (my mother was all over the look, since she had a tiny, tiny waist, and was stunning - I need to post a picture of her in her amazing pixie haircut - mrrowr). Being hourglass shaped myself, I'm a big fan of the narrow waist/big froofy skirt look.
(I can wear the 1930s silk wedding gown, but only if I don't move. Or breathe.)
I have a pair of vintage shoes that I'm wearing (with the purple Victorian), even though they aren't from the right era for the outfit, because they're black silk, with beading, they're incredible, and they should be shown off.
So, in general, I'm ready. But this headache needs to go. The mouth thing doesn't matter as much - if I can't eat, I can't eat, no biggie - but the headache is starting to piss me off.
*and only cost $30. You may hate me now.