obliviousally_lj

We discovered the long and frustrating way that 100% nylon fabric cannot be bleached. Lovely. So now TJ is pissed and says she's not going to the con cause she can't do her Nocturne costume. I suggested that she wear jeans instead of the shorts she was planning on so we could do the body paint and not have to buy an assload of it. She said no, because she's a stickler for perfection and Nocturne doesn't wear jeans. I told her that no one's going to care if Nocturne doesn't wear jeans, that it's just a con and a costume and you can do whatever you want with it. And she said that she'd care.

I suggested she jsut wear one of her other costumes, she said she doesn't want to. Okay, fine, but it's not my fault that the fabric won't dye. I can't magically make it dye, I'm sorry. It happens. It's not the end of the world.

Everything is so aggravating to me lately.

In other news, my hands are burning because I was a dumbass, as usual, and didn't feel like wearing gloves while I was trying to bleach the fabric the second time around. Y'know, with undiluted Clorox. Wheeburn! It doesn't help matters that there's a nice, fresh scratch on the back of my right hand. Go me. Hurrah for maschocism.

I'm still not sure if I'm doing my Blink costume. I need to actually make her dress...thing. And I'm not sure how I'm going to cut it, since I discovered that there's not much of a back to it. Hrm. If I even do it at all, at this point.

I think I'm gonna, I don't know, make sure the elf ears are dry or something. Augh.