flying through clouds of uncertainty on wings of existential dread
I’m going to assume you do or you wouldn’t be here. Hello, my fluffy chocolate dipped boiled puddings! So I am NOT GREAT at hairstyling, and I keep meaning to take a class for that but life is busy and so am I. Still, after a few false starts and many curses, I am reasonably pleased with the wig for my map dress costume.
Bonus cat for scale or possibly to prove why I can’t have nice things. I thiiiiiink the shell shaped lights might be a bridge too far, but they were on clearance, how could I resist? Anyway, it’s too damn late now. I had hoped to make the ship removable so I could drive in the damn thing, but it just isn’t working out, so I will be donning my wig in the parking garage like all the classy bitches do (I feel safe in assuming my car does NOT have enough headroom for this assemblage.)