Well, not bad, there are some pieces i’d change the sizes on had I noticed how they impacted the overall silhouette earlier, but otakon, here i come anyway.
also, there will be sandals, so i don’t wear through too many pairs of socks. aaaand face paint, so my hands and face don’t shine as beacons of white person through a fog of black armor.

I’m sorry, Tupperware container. You were clear and blue.

Only 1/3 of the feathers I got were black. Spray paint seems to e the solution to far top many of my problems recently…

Startin’ to look purty…

Meow

You, sir, have run out of paint.

Sprerpernt!

Then Sir Lancelot, Sir Galahad, and I jump out… Er… Perhaps if we built a great wooden badger…

In addition to the funny pages, I’ve also got about half of a full page print the Boston globe ran a while back of a bunch of male exotic dancers (the corresponding article shared their thoughts on magic mike, of course) as the base for my paper mâché.

I haven’t stopped giggling since I started this, because “I’ve got strippers plastered all over my crotch.”

I am entirely too immature of a human being to be making this costume. Send help.

Thou shalt not judge whatever’s going on with my hair.

This helmet is going to be like 90% hot glue…

Also, for future reference when making helmets: adding all that weight on the outside compressed the headband-dealy on the inside. Not so badly that it doesn’t fit anymore, and if I sand down the inside (or get a buzz cut) it will be comfortable, but it could have been prevented with some braces while all that paper mâché was setting :/