I like summer best when it’s still months away, and I can convince myself that I’ll actually enjoy it and make good use of it. Here, therefore, is my summer want list.
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.
Here’s a space shiny to close off space week. I’ve been working as much as I can, getting enough done to warrant several days vacation, so I’m going to take a break from posting, as well. I’ll be back with regular updates next week Wednesday.
Here are some very, very rough sketches of my Ryder’s face, from over the past several weeks. I don’t want to settle on anything too specific before I’ve seen what I can wrangle out of the character creator, but there are a few features I’m hoping I can make work.
OK, let me first say that fantasy food is so much easier than space food. All you have to do is get some rustic bread, and some cheese, and a nice blotchy apple, and there you are: fit for adventure. So the space larder is a little muddled, by comparison.
Mass Effect Andromeda comes out in seven days, and that means you have to hear all about it. Or hear all about my excitement, at any rate, because I’m fairly unspoiled, and maybe if I pour all my time into designing a character and planning a Space Larder, I’ll resist the mounting temptation to click on various spoiler-ridden videos.
I feel like I should add a little more here – maybe explain what I’m talking about for those of you who don’t play videogames – but I’m working on a brutal combination of insomnia and daylight savings (I needed that hour!), so I’ll wait until I’m coherent. Space, though, right? Everyone likes space.
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).
Does this count as work, as far as striking goes? I have no idea, but I’ll play it safe with another rerun: this is from about two years ago, and I’m now in the same predicament (minus the rat tail, which was handy despite looking horrible, because at least it gave me something to tie back). History has taught me nothing.
I found this in my files, today, so I’m going to post it instead of the other thing I had semi-prepared. It’s from a while back, when somebody on tumblr asked me how to be cool (as well they should – I cleeearly have it all figured out). Step three is the most important, but never underestimate the subtle potency of the cool hand. Try it on your friends some time.
When I was a kid, opals were my favourite stone. I recall being very bitter that I wasn’t born in October (although the importance of birthstones was mainly tied to what sort of toy ring I could choose from the kiddy dentist office) and one of my mother’s few pieces of precious jewellery was an opal ring that I would constantly sneak in and handle, despite not being allowed to open her jewellery box unsupervised. So anyway, now I take extra glee in purchasing and hoarding this stone. Sort of like how I still, once a year, buy an entire box of chocolates and make myself sick by eating ALL OF THEM WOOO. Because I’m a grown up, and nobody can stop me.
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).