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eredienI'm cosplaying Chihiro (from Miyazaki's "Spirited Away") at Anime Boston this year. So far, I have:
- Sandals (ouch, I am trying to break them in this week as they're the nasty kind with only a toe-hold).
I would much rather go around barefoot, as it is comfortable and also accurate, but the con probably won't let me. My other accurate footwear option would be yellow velcro sneakers--if you find those in a woman's size 8, let me know.
- Bathhouse top.
- Belt.
- A set of red "herbal soak tags" of various kinds to give out to people.
- Tieback for sleeves.
- Shoelace drawstrings for pants (waistband and ankles).
On order are the t-shirt and shorts to go underneath the bathhouse shirt.
Tonight I start in on the pants. Wish me luck.
Every year around this time they would descend from realms unknown to visit joy and happiness upon the world; this year they had picked our humble tea party as their stopping place. The children, squealing, their faces radiating joy, clambered about under the legs of the gentle creatures, who looked down at them with eyes of deep sapphire and echoed their joy in their trumpeting. One mahout, resplendent in his black and stainless-steel birdcage-shaped howdah upon the back of an albino-dappled creature, waved me up to its back, and soon the whole tea party was aboard those huge backs, which swayed only slightly, as an immense ship does passing through a still slightly larger sea. Everywhere we went that day, the people lined up and paraded us on; even classes at the school--a contraption of rope ladders and spiral staircases strapped to the side of a cliff--were let out for the day, and parades were held in every small town, with impromptu brass bands of three people and a dented trombone. Their day on earth complete for another year, the Christmas Elephants vanished into the night sky with a flick of their magnificent ears; and I counted myself lucky having seen their glory.
This was the dream I had last night. For every time I wake up cursing a nightmare, I get Christmas Elephants. It's almost a fair trade.
- Sandals (ouch, I am trying to break them in this week as they're the nasty kind with only a toe-hold).
I would much rather go around barefoot, as it is comfortable and also accurate, but the con probably won't let me. My other accurate footwear option would be yellow velcro sneakers--if you find those in a woman's size 8, let me know.
- Bathhouse top.
- Belt.
- A set of red "herbal soak tags" of various kinds to give out to people.
- Tieback for sleeves.
- Shoelace drawstrings for pants (waistband and ankles).
On order are the t-shirt and shorts to go underneath the bathhouse shirt.
Tonight I start in on the pants. Wish me luck.
Every year around this time they would descend from realms unknown to visit joy and happiness upon the world; this year they had picked our humble tea party as their stopping place. The children, squealing, their faces radiating joy, clambered about under the legs of the gentle creatures, who looked down at them with eyes of deep sapphire and echoed their joy in their trumpeting. One mahout, resplendent in his black and stainless-steel birdcage-shaped howdah upon the back of an albino-dappled creature, waved me up to its back, and soon the whole tea party was aboard those huge backs, which swayed only slightly, as an immense ship does passing through a still slightly larger sea. Everywhere we went that day, the people lined up and paraded us on; even classes at the school--a contraption of rope ladders and spiral staircases strapped to the side of a cliff--were let out for the day, and parades were held in every small town, with impromptu brass bands of three people and a dented trombone. Their day on earth complete for another year, the Christmas Elephants vanished into the night sky with a flick of their magnificent ears; and I counted myself lucky having seen their glory.
This was the dream I had last night. For every time I wake up cursing a nightmare, I get Christmas Elephants. It's almost a fair trade.
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