So, not only was my mom one of the characters in the first show of this season of melodramas, but she's also playing the piano for the last one.
Which involves both a vampire and a villain.
One of the above needs a cape.
So, in the interest of being helpful, she said she'd check our house.
I don't advertise this often, but despite the normalcy of much of the goings-on here, you can find some pretty unexpected stuff.
However, of the three of us sisters, only the firstborn owned a cape. Was in fact somewhat politely startled when someone asked, because when this cape first came into my possession, I sort of went a little nuts about it. I mean, I love this cape. I think I wore it for Halloween once, and put together my whole costume JUST so I could wear the cape. I wore it around the house for no reason for a few days, too.
So, I was perhaps understandably surprised that they'd forgotten the cape, but then again, I hadn't really thought about it since that time, either. (I also went through this phase of adoring dusters and trenchcoats, and I'm starting to gain confidence about some of the long skirts I own. There's a bit of a trend here.) I said, sure, you could check it out, but I don't think it's what you're looking for.
Reason one, cape has a hood. It's a hood and cape. Not to be confused with Cape Hood - I live in the Midwest, and we don't have Capes down here, just the occasional cape. Because you know us farmer's daughters...
I have no idea where I was going with that.
Right. Problem the second, cape in question is a lovely, lovely lovely lovely scarlet-crimson sort of a thing. (Have I mentioned that I love the cape?) This, er, would be a problem. Not as bad as, say, vivid blue or orange, but really, we're going for black with this one.
Our villain in question is my friend Migs, who definitely knows how to work a cape.
But, since I had the cape out anyways, I decided to put it on. Swirly swirly twirly swishy. I love this cape. Sister and I had a brief discussion about Renfest and the ridiculous notion of having the coolest costume day be during the hottest month of the year, discussion about this being the first year in awhile of me MISSING Renfest (really, we'd have had to go on a Sunday anyways. Not enough time to plan for last Sunday, and next Sunday the guy is busy and it wouldn't be as fun without him.)
She looks at me somewhat speculatively, while I'm twirling and swishing in front of the mirror in my room, twirly swishiness, and announces, "You should really hem that. It looks too loose."
This resulted in me idly commenting (while still playing with the swishies), "I know. I can't hem worth a darn."
Hence, the Facebook status. K's probably going to appreciate that one.
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