Soooooo, for those of you who don't know me well...
I...
have a problem.
I like costumes.
That may be an understatement.
I love costumes. I love the hunt for the perfect costume. I love looking at it, seeing what accessories might work with it, envisioning the performance for it, matching it to the perfect veil...
I love looking at something like this. and thinking about what music would work for it (yearning, off one of the BDSS volumes, for example) this costume is a poem. It's black lace overlaying a red base, then heavily encrusted in red, silver, black and hematite beads, which is what the fringing is made of as well.
Doing that song, with my silk fans (not the uber long ones that are the rage right now, but shorter ones, with just a silk ruffle) to dramatically accent the music...
With large silver or black hoops, hair pulled back, not tightly, since that doesn't really suit me, but in a loose, enormouse bun sitting just above my neck, accented with red roses...
silver bangles, dozens of them, to jingle and add their own accent to the music.
Yeah.
I see a picture like this, and that's what runs through. It's not just a costume, it's a total image, evoking the entire performance, brooding, dramatic and dark.
How am I supposed to resist them when I can see the amazing performance they will inspire?
So I wind up buying them. And hunting down those accessories. Hopefully, I'll put them together in a performance at some point.
So a friend calls me up. She's going to be in a performance, and she needs a costume. She's gotten comfortable with the knowledge that if she calls me up, and tells me what she needs, I'll rummage through the Costume Files and come up with something for her.
So I did. :-)
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