(Can I) Be your fantasy...

 I completed my con circuit this year with Direbrook - a local, 18+ start-up fantasy convention.

I really, really enjoyed it, honestly, and I can't wait til next year. I have plans for actual Con gear, which has *never* happened before. I'd wanted to, but just never had the time to do it. Also, frankly, I don't have the energy to do the currently popular "it's a week til con, let's see what we can bang out while working full time on top of it". It's just not the vibe I'm going for, and it leaves me more exhausted than happy with the final product.

So, with that said, I'm going to be working on 2 costumes for the upcoming year. 

1. I want to do a fix-it fae, complete with a working bandolier of threads, a belt with a pouch filled with fabric fusion glue and various ribbons and braids, and forearm bracers with small snip scissors, pins, and needles. The wings will be chiffon that's been painted into a patchwork motif, and the gown and bodice will be more of the patchwork type of idea in blues and greens.

2. I want to make a fantasy Venetian courtesan gown, a la Dangerous Beauty. Yes, I know it's not historically accurate. I'm OK with this, because as a historical costumer, I am fully aware of this fact, and won't be wearing it to a historical reenactment gathering. Neither will I be passing it off as a historical garment. I want flowy, rich-looking fabrics that will lend themselves to swoosh and flutter, and will be trimming them up quite a bit with sewn-on gems and trim. As at least one of these events will be in the late fall, I will be making a passable Venetian coat to wear outside, or inside as a cover-up if it's too chilly.

So, these are my up-and-coming plans for personal costuming. I want to get through this idea of "I can't wear that because I'm not *xyz* size/matches the physical description of/fulfills a pre-specified notion of" thingivw been fighting in my head. It's fantasy, and by GODS, I deserve to have a good time for once. 

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