In celebration of October and all things Halloween, this month’s T3 topic is Fear Factor: a book that gives/gave you the chills. And even though I was the one who came up with this challenge, I’m afraid (see what I did there?) I’m going to struggle with this one meself. I’m the biggest chicken wimp on the planet, you see, and I do not willingly pick up scary books. Heck, I can’t even watch trailers for scary movies when they come on the telly!
Good thing I have several days to think about this. Today, I shall be working with Anne’s Pick-me-up challenge instead. She’s tasked us to think of our Favorite Toy and dress accordingly, which, come to think of it, is probably just as difficult as a scary book for me. I’m not a toy person – never have been – so I think more interpretation on my part is in order.
As a grown up – and I use that term loosely! – I find that my toys now fall under the umbrella of “fandom”. The moniker is not much more dignified than “toy”, I suppose, but it does have a certain cache in terms of street cred; I think it’s more acceptable for an adult to claim affiliation with a fandom than with a toy.
That said, this week I give you my five favorite fandoms, and today we begin with the oldest and most venerable of them all: Star Wars.
My love affair with the original trilogy began when I was a wee lass of eight and I was entranced by the spectacle and the romance of Episode IV (which will forever be Star Wars in my mind; no Roman numeral need apply). I was still in the Philippines at the time, and I watched both Star Wars and The Empire Strikes Back on good old Betamax surrounded by various cousins and aunts in the only air conditioned room in the house. I remember feeling thoroughly betrayed with the end of the second film, thinking my titas were playing a cruel joke on me by withholding the third installment because of course Han Solo couldn’t be left in carbonite and Luke couldn’t be left lame indefinitely, right?
Fast forward to 1983. I was now in the good ol’ U.S. of A. and Return of the Jedi was sweeping the nation. It was everything I hoped for and more. Han and Leia profess their love and get together, Darth Vader finds redemption, Yoda and Obi-Wan make cameo appearances and Luke grows into his own and is a badass Jedi. I even loved the fuzzy Ewoks, controversy over their egregious cuteness notwithstanding.
The trilogy was my life. So much so that I wrote a sequel to the 3rd film because I felt Luke deserved a love of his own. My sixth grade teacher found out about it and made me read aloud the entire handwritten, spiral-bound, 100-page labour of love to my classmates during what should have been SSR. Poor sods.
Now, I’m a forty-plus woman with two kids and plenty stretch marks so there’s no way I’m doing a Friends-esque Leia cosplay for you all. What I can do as a fashion paean for my first original fandom is sport this beauty of a dress. I can’t describe the print adequately, and the photos don’t do it justice but trust me that this dress is all kinds of awesome.
I mean, look at that high-low hemline that’s subtle enough for me – the anti high-low hemline gal – and look at that fabulous print! There are galaxies in that there print, my friends! And doesn’t the main pattern remind you of that final trench run through the Death Star? I also love the sleeves, how they bell out at the cuffs and are reminiscent of Leia’s white robes. And the buttons! Don’t get me started on the buttons. They’re shiny and glass and add a luxe element to the whole shebang.
It’s not cosplay but I think it’s a great interpretation of a Star Wars-themed ensemble that’s also work appropriate. Oui?
:: Just the facts, ma’am ::
Dress – Kirna Zabete for Target
Pumps – Janine @ Payless
:: Linking ::
52 Pick-me-up @ SpyGirl