Smarter Than the Average Squirrel

BEHOLD, LIKE A COSPLAYING PHOENIX I ARISE FROM THE ASHES OF FAILURE AND ACHIEVE...VICTORY!











Congratulations, Pocky! It's a head!

This morning, in a last-minute surge of motivation, I went to Michael's, bought a whole bunch of new crap, and then spent all afternoon assembling it into this. No more molding. Fuck molding. This was BUILT, out of craft foam, Model Magic, and a mutilated baseball cap.  I've accomplished more on this costume today than I have in the past three months. I'm not going to say it's perfect, because it's not. The proportions are off and it's rougher than I'd like. But it's SOMETHING. And right now that something is drying in preparation for paint and detailing. 

Meanwhile, for the first time since I started work on this godforsaken thing, I got to work on something OTHER than the stupid head:



Here is a brooch-thing. It wasn't a seashell after all. I might never have known WHAT it was, were it not for tptigger and her shiny screencaps. Right now it needs baking, painting, and a pin back.



Seashell belt. I could weep for joy.

I'm not out of the woods yet. The head still needs a lot of work, and I've not even started the tunic yet. But there's hope, dammit, and there wasn't much of that before. 

 So my contact lens appointment happened, and...fuck, I don't even have anything funny to say about this. It was not funny. It was unpleasant and frustrating, and after roughly 40 minutes of attempting unsuccessfully to get a contact lens into my eye I wound up leaving and crying in my car. 

Yay.

So here we are, less than three months until the con, and not only do I not have a costume, I also would not be able to SEE anything in my costume if it did exist.

While I appreciate and am heartened by all the cheerleading these posts have gotten, my persistence is beginning to wear thin.

At this point, I've decided to give the molding one more shot since I have all the supplies anyway. I may or may not give the contacts another shot; part of me is inclined to say "fuck it, I'll be blind for a few hours, cosplay is not about comfort" because the entire thing was just that traumatic. 

And this post is so much less witty than the other ones. Sorry, folks. 

 ( Last time, on Power Rangers... )

 Ah, spring. When a young nerd's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of cosplay. Con season is upon us, and the eternal question looms...what to WEAR?!

As many of you are aware, I am something of a novice cosplayer. I tend to veer toward things that require...well...minimal effort. Every once in awhile I get it in my head to do something more complicated. And I inevitably get intimidated and give up. I don't want to do that this time, so I'm making these posts in part for accountability and in part because I'm shamelessly seeking cheerleaders. If successful, the result will be showing up to Morphicon in August, the single most badass cosplay I have ever done. 

The HBIC herself, Delphine.

This is a character that means the world to me, and who I find is sorely underappreciated. I hope to do her justice.

Right now, the plan is to get the hard part out of the way first.  I'll be casting a latex mask using the process outlined in this tutorial. Stay tuned. :)