Oh, yeah. Because I'm a procrastinator.
So I went to Party City last night (as did everyone else in the world) and started trying on costumes.
First, the Victorian Vampiress. This looked pretty cool but I knew the combination choker/stand-up collar was going to drive me nuts, so I put it back.
Next, a witch costume that I discovered wasn't even long enough to cover my ass. Next.
About this time I saw someone I was actually happy to see -- kungfoogirl! She and a friend of hers kindly gave their opinions on my third attempt -- a sorceress costume that they liked, but which I thought was just too damn tight. As in, I took a look in the mirror and said, "I look like I should be in the video for 'Baby Got Back.'"
Then... I randomly tried on this cape. Sheer black with a gold spiderweb design. It looked terrific. And that's when I realized that I still have the stuff I wore to Dragon*Con (note to self: either return weaklikekitten's corset or buy it from her), and bingo!
So today I am wearing the cape, my black-and-red lace skirt, my chunky Mary Janes, and a red t-shirt which I will trade for a corset the minute I get off work.
I was planning on dribbling some lipstick and telling everyone I was a vampire, but I think I may stick with what I've been telling my co-workers: "I'm the interlibrary loan specialist [dramatic flourish with cape] OF THE DAMNED!!!" (Most people look nervous and scurry away when they hear that.)
I am having way too much fun. I'm thinking about trading in my winter coat for a cape. I've always wanted a cape. It's twirly. I am way too full of myself. I am so full of myself that I told Will, "There are no stupid questions... only stupid people."