The Widowmaker

1.5 lbs of ground beef,
1 package of bacon,
1 package of Italian sausage,
1 box of hot pockets,
1/2 package of fried onion strips
Crammed between 2 Tombstone Pepperoni Pizzas,
Topped with Velveeta Cheese and Marinara Sauce.

Warp Speedo

As you may have seen prior, I used the below 1940's bathing suit pattern to create my (hopefully) super cute space suit for Halloween.

After making the complete outfit out of three different types of fabric, I decided that all the ruching added a lot of bulk after adding my belt and holster. Also, The Lotte & Glico companies add enough bulk to me without my suit design adding even more. The closer Halloween gets the more nervous my fat ass gets, quite honestly. We digress...

I ended up modifying the pattern, removing the ruching, and I think it turned out darn cute. It was hard to get it to fit perfectly since I was era accurate and didn't use anything that had "stretch" since they didn't use to much of that in 1942. It has the built in undies just like an old fashioned bathing suit.


I only have some fancy gloves and a little caplet left to make.
Well, and some finishing touches on my helmet followed up by 30 days of intense fucking Jazzercise.
Umm-chicka, umm-chicka, umm-chicka-umm now take it to the right...

It's okay it goes this way

I can't get enough Peter Murphy in today. Been my mindset soundtrack for the day. I wish I could just tell you the story of my day via a photograph and a song.
I am not really sure how to get that done though.

Anyway... today synopsis: Cuts you up.
Ive always loved that fucking song.

Just Peachy

After a most wonderful road trip to Seattle, I have begun to painfully construct this ocean of pink for Lady Brenna.

It's a cocoon of horror, it's massively gross, and it scares the bejesus out of me....
It's everything Halloween stands for.

Just Because

Not Here, Not Now

Uh-huh

And how...

Thirty Faux

Happy Birthday to me.
Happy Birthday to me.
Happy Birthday me and terrorism.
Happy Birthday to me.

Pinnacale of girlocity

I just sprang up out of a drug induced sleep and yelled,
"HAIR!! I GOT TO GO DO IT!!!"
I looked around and realized that I was all by myself and it was silent.
I'm going to go back to sleep now.
I think my job as Ambassador of the Challenged is done here for today.

Also, just for funsies- my second and third thoughts were, "Man, AM radio really makes my life rad" and "I wish I could paint myself sepia".
Yawn.
All in a day's work, really.

Reduction

A lot of action this week all pretty much boils down to this...
Maria tattoo out. This in...

I think it is Thursday