Yesterday mschilepepper came over and cut me out of my clothes.
After wrapping me in nearly 120 yards of duct tape, that is, to make a me-shaped dress form in order to avoid the sort of last-minute storm of cursing that tends to happen when I sew things according to a pattern and then discover it does not fit me in the slightest because the pattern was designed with a baby elephant in mind. Also, since I plan on doing a lot more free-form work on my costume this year, it will especially help to have a three-dimensional model of myself to pin things to, and then yell at, and then punch. It’s not QUITE right, I put some of my clothes on it and the waist on the dummy is a bit bigger, but it should absolutely suffice for my costume-making purposes this year. And for the cost of one t-shirt, two rolls of duct tape, a pile of little nickels, and a ‘thank you’ dinner for a friend who had to handle my ass, it was a damn good deal, too!
It is more than a little disconcerting to have a replica of my torso impaled on a post hanging out in my living room.
Also, yes, this does mean I have a stick up my ass.