So, today we are cat wimmins since it came in the post after the rum. What happened was, there was a request for an Elsa to come to a party one day and I said, I can do that fuckster! It's easy $$$. Then - what happened was I watched some youtube stuff about being Elsa and disney princesses in general thought about it and decided that actually being Elsa and smiling all day and being a sweety pie nicey nice was not what I should be doing really. So then, and I can't really remember why or how but cat wimmins was a decidedly better option.
Cos whips, innit?
Maintenant - Voici le Chat Vimmin AKA Michelle Pfieffer dans Batmad Le Retrune:
Which is how I invisaged it would look. I mean, I can equal her whip skills? Ya? Have to work on the cartwheels but that's what 15 year old daughter acrobatic aerialists are for. Ya? Cosplay conventiosn here we come! $$$, Thanks, yes of course we'll come back next year.
So - then onto the realms of OF COURSE CAT WIMMINS ARE BETTER THAN ELSA'S and I have WHIP skills etc etc etc etc etc. Let's now take a look at the competition:
Oh yes. Can totally do that fecker for $$$. She's clearly being paid a fuck ton for standing in a roped off kitty farm and "rolling out the whip" using her special kitty sense as taught to her by Anthony Delongis, mofo whip master. No less. Lucky old her! MEOW!
Anyways - in the hunt for an ACTUAL catwoman with an ACTUAL whip who maybe didn';t have any official Anthony D training (ie someone like me... always trying to find a vid of someone just like me doing what I would do - only there isnt cos it's only really me and I didn't make any veedyos yet cos... later) I happened across this absolute gem of talent, both in prop making and pouting, serious, if I could make a whip for less than $10 then blah. They even get extra points for the porn soundtrack:
So really, there's no competition. Ya??? Until your catsuit arrives and is so short in the abdomen that the only way to avoid a camels toe is to stand ever so seriously like this:
So - some more work needed for cosplay cat wimmins. Will I remember? Or will the costume lie in a pile on the stairs forever? Fuck it. We had a luagh anyway. For about three hours.
That cat wimmins in niqab's come later. When my ACTUAL niqab arrives. Then you - and only you, my favourite blog reader, will know about it. Doesn't that make you felt speskhull?