in which an inventory of the closet yields the evidence for a unique conclusion

i don't know what possessed me to pull out the harley quinn suit tonight, but two ALMOST THREE (oh harley, you have been sadly neglected) years and a couple pants sizes later it still fits just as well -- maybe better -- through the magic of spandex.

which doesn't change the fact that i'm already at work on a poison ivy costume for halloween this year. (i have to start now because hand-sewing all those leaves is going to be a BITCH.)

also between my thigh-high boots and black leatheresque bolero, and seeing as i always have a pair of black fishnets to hand, i could probably whip up a black canary costume on short notice with the help of a good dancewear shop (one that stocks patent finish leos).

and i mean with the exception of halloween and maybe a con or two in my future (though i don't know that i'd ever go to That Sort of Con, since i get easily overpeopled at, like, wiscon), i have no idea where i'd wear any of this, but i'm going on the theory that it's good stuff to have around.


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which is all to say that i? am apparently a dc comics hooker.

\o/


(hi. what's up in *your* life? ♥)