I know you ladies have seen my Ursula cosplay and if you ever hit snags, I want you to think of how awesome that costume is and then think about all of the bullshit that happened with it and know that everything will turn out great and you will have tons of fun in the end.
So Ursula was my biggest cosplay undertaking ever and as such, everything that could have gone wrong with it did. I was tackling materials I had done very little work with on a huge scale. A couple months before acen, I was chugging away on the foam work when I started to cover the structure with fabric. Pretty much everything went wrong then.
My adhesive that I bought to attach the fabric to the foam didn’t hold well enough and also got everywhere, ruining some of my clothes and making my sewing room carpet a disaster. I got to the point where at the end of the night I would dejectedly go to bed with bits of spandex adhered to my legs and butt because I had given up on any type of cleanliness in regards to this project. But nothing draped right, the adhesive didn’t hold, and I was exhausted.
I ended up so frustrated with this (crucial) step of the process that, only two months before the con, I took an entire month off of working on the costume because looking at it made me start to cry, I hated it that much.
A month before acen, I bought some new spray adhesive and forced myself to get back to work, despite still hating it a little. Once I got to the detail work, I realized that I had been overly ambitious. I couldn’t handsew everything in the available time. An amazing friend rescued me with assistance and it was mostly done before the con, although I spent a great deal of time in my hotel room with my glue, which I had never done before, and it felt horrible.
At the con, the day of my shoot, I spent the morning doing finishing touches and attempting to get into the costume. I say “attempting” because, again, everything went wrong. My body paint wouldn’t set right, despite powder and sealant, my fake nails wouldn’t adhere well due to the body paint, an earring had fallen out of a hole in my suitcase and was gone forever (to this day I only have one Ursula earring), I had gained just enough weight from all of the stress of the past few months that my previously well fitted bodice was now too tight and took several people to zip me into, and my fishing line for my rigging wasn’t strong enough and snapped constantly, making everything from getting ready to walking around impossible.
As a result of everything ever being terrible, I missed my photoshoot time. Fortunately, my photographer (CTgraphy) is a literal angel and fit me in later in the day for a short shoot. If it wasn’t for having the commitments to the shoot and costume contest, I honestly don’t know if I ever would have made it out of the hotel room. I might have collapsed and burst into tears and never cosplayed again.
But everything changed when I finally left the hotel room, left my troubles and drama and self criticism behind. I walked out into the con and everything was amazing. It made me remember why I loved to cosplay. Jaws dropped, floods of pictures, and so many people telling me what an amazing job I had done. My shoot went spectacularly, with the only hitches being too many other people wanting my picture! I won Best Journeyman Craftsmanship in the contest and I met lots of amazing people that day.
Sometimes the best triumphs put you through the most beforehand, and it’s all the more satisfying in the end because of what you went through.
I can’t add anything to this besides thank you for submitting and being awesome and I can’t wait to see you again. <3