I know bracelets show up on a lot of my want lists, but that’s because they’re a powerful, ongoing want – almost a shiny-level want, really. And unlike other types of jewellery, or other brightly coloured things, they won’t go absolutely unworn. So let me break down the current crop in detail:
Category Archives: Outfits
When I switched from goblin portraits to (photo-realistic) self-portraits, I meant it to be an evolution. No more hiding behind the goblin, I told myself; it’s time to step out of my comfort zone, and wear some weird shit
But of course, the more I forced the idea, the more I found myself dressing in nothing but black jeans and t-shirts and sneakers. And no wonder, because by retiring the goblin I was, in fact, retiring my capacity for adventure. Frankly, I’m ashamed! It’s like life and art have taught me nothing. The goblin was never impeding my braver, weirder, colour-clashing self; it is my braver, weirder, colour-clashing self (and my greedy self, and my hoarding self, and my no-sharing, go-away self, etc.)
So the goblin has thrust its way back in, as it was bound to do sooner or later. Can’t live with it, can’t live without it. Maybe now we’ll have some proper, ridiculous outfit posts.
I can’t remember if I’ve ever mentioned this particular want. I feel like I must have, as it’s a long-term one, but anyway: I want a set of coveralls. Or a flight suit, if you prefer. I want one, and I want it to be huge, like a Bag of Holding for your body parts in the sense that mass and volume are made irrelevant by its magic.
This is a want-centric site, but even so, I reckon I should occasionally feature clothes that I actually own and wear. Here is my current favourite outfit, which consists of loose navy chino-type pants, and a sweater, and my beloved Engineered Garments shoulder hoodie (famous in Hchom song and legend), with a light work jacket. Plus the ubiquitous black converse, of course.
You know, as I post outfits on a regular basis, I’m gradually remembering why I employed the goblin model. I find that I have a lot more trouble drawing myself (vs the goblin) in anything remotely unconventional, plus, I feel the need to be brutally honest about my awkwardly growing hair (which will almost sort of stay tucked behind my ears, now, but not quite). It’s all cramping my style, as it were. It might be time to step out of the human suit, and resume business as usual, though I’ll still draw my giant angry bobble head in other contexts.
I talked about wanting a long coat in my Monday post, so here’s the follow-up, proof of concept. This time I’m going with a long shirt dress turned coat sort of thing, and see how wizardly it looks? But in a mostly acceptable way? I think I could pull it off. Alongside, we have a nice tome of forbidden spells, a bone key, a demon trapped in a shiny, and a necromancer’s amulet (or the Necromancer Amulet, if you’re an Elder Scrolls nerd).
This was initially going to be a post about wanting Red Wing boots. They’re not the most outrageous want (as these things go), but I don’t need them in any version of my present life. The purpose of owning them would be to feel as if I needed them; to feel as if I was the forest-dwelling, wood-chopping Marian of all my future hopes and dreams (who has also, apparently, raided the entire Filson store).
Initially I was going to make a post about my uniform, but then it immediately became a rant about how I can never find the correct elements, at least not to my fussy standards. So here, instead, is a miniature “Hchom line” with just the basics.
I have a story that I like to tell myself, about how I’m going to be this woodsy, butch old hermit living with a vast hoard of treasure. And a sub section of that hoard (I think I mentioned it back in another post) will include spangled gowns, and elaborate, largely unwearable jewellery, and all the shiny lady things that you (by which I mean I) would never expect me to care about.
Every so often, I decide that I’m going to start buying all my clothes at vintage stores. In my head, it’s that easy; it’s like shopping for new things, only cheaper and better: the men’s clothing will magically fit me, and various weird brocade jackets (that I’m too cowardly to wear in real life) will be arrayed before me in all their splendour.
But that’s not how it goes, of course, so I want to know how people make this work. Is it a matter of sticking with it? Knowing how to alter things to your size? I’m not much good at either one; but still, I’d like to have a victory, so I’ll take advice from anyone who can offer it.
I’ve decided that I want a robe. It seems like a reasonable thing to want, when bathing is one of your major pastimes and also your chief source of warmth. However, I’m too much of a cheapskate to buy a new one, so instead I’ll take my maternal granddad’s old brown robe as a model, and start looking through vintage stores for something similar.
You guys might remember my “Skryim Week” from three Novembers ago. Dragon Age Inquisition is another such giant fantasy game, due out very soon. I’ve been looking forward to it for years, and I fully intend to sacrifice a giant portion of my life to it, so now I must gird my loins and stock my larders.
I’ve mentioned my yearning for shiny silver shoes on a previous want list (or maybe two, I’m losing track). I found the perfect pair. Seriously perfect, like, as far as I’m concerned they cannot be improved upon. And of course they’re totally beyond my reach, as anything perfect should be.
Shoes aside, I want to add a quick thanks to everyone who bought a pack. I sold out on the illustrations faster than I thought I would, so I’m taking my time on the sketches before I send them all out at the end of this week (later than I’d planned, but I think the delay is worth it). Drawing everyone’s sketches is always the best part.
Anybody who wants to jump in on a late illustration pack can still do that – I don’t have a lot of Hchom material left, but there are still drawings from my tumblr, and some other stuff along those lines. I’ll keep that open until the end of the month, as promised. The daggers will of course stay up indefinitely, and since I expect to sell them slowly I’ll take care to make each package really exceptional and full of good things.
Once, in a bygone age, I bought new jackets like they were no big deal. New jacket? Pshaw. Three jackets a year, at least, and time let me play and be golden in the mercy of his means. But a new jacket means more to me now, and I have to consider very carefully how it’s going to fit into my wardrobe, and what I’m going to wear it with, and so on.