The HoT Con

This weekend I went to the Heart of Texas Comic Con.  It was interesting and exciting.  And a little bit boring, considering I was alone.  By myself.  This put me out of my comfort-zone as I had to talk to people and engage on my own.


Some of the people I engaged were from the Emerald Keep.


They were a fun bunch of people who keep the Medieval traditions alive through craftmanship, and live action role play.  Although they do not participate in the Reniessance festivals, they DO have their own Kingdoms they participate in through the SCA.

Others I met was one of the singing Pirates who regularly perform at Scarborough Fair in Waxahachie TX.  I am looking VERY much forward to seeing them again at the festival.  ((They’re going to be by the Mermaids.))




If you haven’t figured out who my character is, I went as Sadness from Inside Out.  Cosplaying as Sadness was a LOT of fun.  I overheard people left and right, “Awww, she’s Sadness”, “Oh, I just figured out what the ball is for”.  I also had people take pictures with me, and I got several hugs.  It was awesome.



…..yes.  My hair is a different shade in this photo, than it was at the Con.



I had intened all along to go to HoT Con on Friday, March 11th.



But instead…… this happened.  And CLEARLY I couldn’t let this continue.

I used a Splat Ombre kit.  It was supposed to be Blue Envy, and in the middle along the back, a gorgeous Lusty Lavender.

I bleached it, washed it like the instructions told me to, and then colored within the same two hours.
Pretty?  Yes.  Spotty and NOT what I was looking for?  Also Yes.

Something simply HAD to be done.



This was not all that happened that night.  On Friday I showed up at the Con with an hour left to hang out, to find I left my wallet at home.  I went to the window and asked if there was anything she could do to offer a discount, since I would have to drive home and back, leaving only half an hour to explore the event.
It took fifteen minutes to get home, and then gaslight came on.  Well, I wasn’t going to make it on Friday night.  I literally was Sadness.  My hair had been a disaster, and then I didn’t make it.
After I arrived at the store to pick up comfort food, it poured down rain for ten minutes, leaving me in the car afraid of getting blue spots all over my brand new gray sweater. ((My hair streamed in a beautiful shade of aqua blue every time water hit it.  I washed it a grand total of three times in less than 36 hours.))

The next day, ((Saturday)) I went to Sally’s Beauty Supply and asked the clerk if I could fix it.
Thank God I could.


Sunday morning came and…..

((Atomic Turqouis is the color.  It’s Vegan, easy to apply, and gorgeous.  My hair doesn’t feel damaged after applying it either!))



Yay!  It worked!  Off to the Con I went, my Sadness costume now being complete.


So anyway, back to the people I met.  I went to talk to the authors first.  The first one I met? …Pretty sure I left a terrible impression.

When meeting authors, you want them to talk about their books. You engage them with interest, even if you’re not interested in their genre.  It was my first time to do something like this, with literally no idea what I was attempting.

Oh my gosh!  Real words!  I had to use real words.  Facebook is where I hang out with authors.  We type, post pictures and videos, none of us having to use real words to strike conversations.  But then again, we also all know each other after a couple years of investing in relationships.

So, I feel it’s going pretty badly and try to gracefully, however terribly, most horribly awkwardly, end the conversation to walk away.  That failed.  Utterly, completely.  Failed.

Hoping to make a better go of it, I went to another author.  She and I actually ended up having a great conversation.  Her books were not in my genre of interest either, but I took her business card, and she gave me links to find local writing groups.  Yay!

Other authors I met were the creators of My First Fandom board books.  They were a fun family who create board books together.  I can’t wait to buy them as soon as I have the opportunity.

I also met an artist who creates comic books featuring his dog Tugg, who is a rescue dog.  Tugg was drawn up as several various heroes on handmade trading cards!
Procedes from the purchase of his comic books go to saving other rescue dogs.  Pretty awesome cause if you ask me.

One of my favorite vendors was a father who makes his own lightsabers, because one day his girls decided they wanted one.  Instead of going out and buying plastic sabers, he MADE them their own.

My favorite people I met that day was one of the singing pirates who will be performing at the Scarborough, one of the art vendors – who I learned works at Neiman Marcus though he does not like his job, and the guys from The Game Closet.


All of this enthusiasm I’ve built up in my head today has given great excitement for the next event.  Cannot wait for it to come my way.
Until then, I prepare a costume, and my very own song, to be a Siren for Scarborough Fair.




Writing Prompt Response

Writing prompt: In 500 words, There’s an island where all lost things end up.  Today, you wake up, cold and wet, on the beach of that island.

I always knew something was wrong with me. From the moment I started to cry as a baby, to the moment I laid down to sleep last night.
The voices of my parents never quite matched the rumblings of murmurs I had heard in my nine months of watery incubation. Between being born, and going to the hospital nursery, I had somehow ended up with the wrong family.
I’d been lost my entire childhood. I was lost during the trying adolescent years when I started to realize I looked nothing like my brothers.
Some people say it was “adoption”, irregardless, I call it lost.
Especially when I opened my eyes an hour ago to find myself in a place cluttered in lonely socks and other miscellanious items.
All your life, you wonder where mismatched socks, bobby pins, hair ties, buttons, shoes, slippers, and family pets end up. Well, wonder no more – they still exist, stranded on a surreal island in the middle of nowhere.
After blinking several times, relentlessly pinching my arm, and roughly smacking myself across the face once or twice, I decided to spend my time a bit more productively and find out where the heck I was, and if I was the only one here.
“Have you seen Joe?” I heard a voice ask.
“Shelley? Shelley where did you go?” Another cried from somewhere behind me.
It was certainly an odd sight, the endless piles of things scattered about everywhere.
A dog ran past my legs, bumping into me as he went. He was shaggy and gray, with a floppy ear hanging down, and the other perked, listening. Barking this way and that as he threw his head side to side, looking for something.
I knew a great deal about what that was like. The anxious pounding of the heart, as you plow through a crowd of people trying to find something—
The voices caught my attention again as someone else called out for Frank.
Curiosity piqued, I hurried in the direction of the voice.
For being an island of lost things, you will immediately understand the irony which ensued, as I /never/ found the sources which belonged to the voices I heard.
I pursued them until I felt my sanity begin to drain from me. The oddest part of all was the magical sort of “poof” sound that happened right after their cries cheered up.
Cheered up. That was the best way to put it. Almost as though they had been found again, and no longer needed to be here.
Some people try to “find” love, others try to “find” God. In a way, everyone feels just as lost as I do. At least, in one way or another. Unfortunately, I had never known the cheer I’ve just described to you. Nobody has ever made me as happy as the voices that have come and gone in the last two hours.
I wonder how people end up here anyway. In fact, as I stand on this strange island now, I still want to know how on earth *I* got here….. I wasn’t /really/ lost, I was just trying to get from 52nd street to Broadway, and stopped to ask for directions.