Yeah, no. Long story short, I was NOT able to actually finish my super fabulous demogorgon costume in time for actually wearing it out to terrify the public on actual Halloween day. HA! Very appropriate for the theme of this blog, amirite? I am still properly bummed about it, though 😦 So despite the cool things I did achieve and how completely and utterly RAD it’s going to be come spooky-time next year, this calls for a post-mortem of the partially completed creature.
So who else has re-watched Stranger Things season 1 all the way through again?
I sure have! It was just as great the third (fourth?) time through, maybe even better, and I payed rapt, slightly obsessive attention to the monster this time, both for the sake of my costume project and just because I think it’s the Niftiest Dang Thing.
One of the things that I especially love about Stranger Things’ demogorgon as an antagonist is that it’s most prominent feature is more than just a cool ‘creature look’. It’s also a sly metaphor for one of the main themes of the show:
That wide, black, yawning, horrible maw is, we sense instinctively, the oblivion that consumes people who go missing. Read more
Someone pointed out to me that I’ve got three whole months before Halloween, lots of time to get ready, oodles. My brain filtered that completely and what I actually heard him say was ‘ONLY THREE MONTHS TO GET READY FOR HALLOWEEN’. At which point my pulse accelerated and my mind immediately raced to plot what yet needs to be done onto the dwindling weeks until the sacred Hallow’d E’en.
And yes, since you ask, I did indeed decide what this year’s costume would be sometime around the second week of February. Really, I could have started sooner.
I get it. Your bed is cozy, comfortable, soft, soothing, and blissfully billowous. Warm. Seductive. A trap. I know, I’ve been there. But you’re in its soft snare now, and your work out pants are way the heck over there (where it’s cold, for pete’s sake), so what do you do?
Whether you’re extra sleepy or treating yourself or feeling depressed or otherwise ill, you can get moving without even getting up, or even getting out from under the covers!
It was craft time in Madam Lavallee’s class and in a fit of inspiration I cobbled together my very own Batman Batsuit out of black construction paper, staples, and orange yarn. The boys in my class laughed when I wore it to show and tell (They said a girl couldn’t be Batman. HA! Obviously I was Batman, the likeness was extraordinary, they were so wrong), but I knew I was going to take it home and reinforce it and it would last forever and be the best costume of all time.
I feel like this ‘Dragon Under Construction’ symbol is very representative of the whole spirit of this blog: It’s made from a bunch of different bits of questionable compatibility just kind of lumped together; it’s held in place rather fancifully by tape and ropes coming from nowhere (really, what is holding this whole thing up?); it’s reinforced by some frankly sketchy looking support structures … and the image itself is both unfinished and not at all the calibre that I had intended or hoped. I see dozens of things wrong with it that I itch to fix.