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.
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.