Tuesday, October 28, 2014

A Handmade Goddess, Part 2: The Helmet

So, as I mentioned yesterday, there is a helmet.  A veritable Helmet of Damocles™, as it were.

See, I was going to make a helmet, because Ella loves to have a fully-handmade costume. And we tried it.  More than once.  It did not go well.
Did.

Not.

Go.

Well.

So we went to the craft store and found something almost right, but not quite.

Too cute.  Wouldn't scare a gorgon.

So next we went to the sorta scary costume store across the street - a place that we could barely get in the door because for some reason they thought it was a good idea to put grotesque things that screech at you RIGHT INSIDE THE ENTRANCE FORCING YOU TO BRUSH UP AGAINST THEM AS YOU GO INTO THE STORE.  (I'm glaring at you, Party City.  NOT COOL.)  No luck there, although we did see some fairly slutty skeletons and commandos.

I'm going to let this one slide, Party City, because it is historically accurate.

Then finally we went to the really scary costume store across town - a place that we actually got as far as the center of the store before encountering the grotesque things that screech and reach out to touch you and CAUSE A CHILD TO CRY IN THE AISLES FROM ABJECT TERROR.  (I'm glaring at you, Performance Studios Costumes.  NOT COOL.)  At least we found a suitable base on which to build a helmet.  AFTER having to run the slutty Care Bears gauntlet.  THANKS.

I can work with this.

Ok, so we had the base.  And then Griffis, our beloved overgrown pit bull "puppy", had the base. And then I had an angry.
Imagine, if you will, the white-hot frustration of a woman who has chased down an appropriately-shaped, affordable, goddess-y type helmet all over town only to end up chasing down a dog with an appropriately-shaped, affordable, goddess-y type helmet all over the yard.  Imagine that said dog had ripped the entire comb off said helmet, and had left huge holes in the neck plate and crown. Then insert that image here.

But then I had an idea.

We are a Theatrical-American family, so we have a lot of theatrical lighting equipment packaging.  No fingers or dogs were harmed in the remaking of the helmet comb.

Spray with gold glittery paint.  LOTS.  We're talking about a goddess here.  There is no such thing as too much.

Also, flip the ear flaps up.  Goddesses do not need ear protection.  They prefer wings.

Fret overnight about how to attach the comb without melting the foam.  Try hot glue.  Exhale when the foam doesn't melt.

Draw some designs with puff paint.

ALLOW TO DRY!  A LOT!  HIT IT WITH THE BLOW DRYER IF NECESSARY!


Ta-Da!  Doesn't the bubble bath look a-DORA-ble in this?

It's light enough to wear for hours of Halloween carnival fun and it didn't cost a fortune to turn into something just right.  And the best part?

Glow-in-the-dark puff paint glows in the dark!

Tomorrow:  the rest of the gold glittery stuff.


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