Day 22 of 100

A picture of you that is hard to recognize.

Ever since I was little I have had a thing for catwoman.  Growing up my favorite action figure was my Catwoman (followed by Rogue and then Storm).  In high school I planned to one day have a catwoman costume made for me.  I figured it would be a few hundred dollars well spent (for the record, I refused to see the Halle Berry Catwoman movie because of her costume. If they couldn't get that right, I can't imagine how terrible the rest of the movie was).  When I discovered the names I liked for my children (if I ever have any) had become popular, I considered going with Saline and Kyle instead.  Now, one of the tattoos I would like to get is a cat paw. 

Two years ago for Halloween, a group of us decided on a Batman theme.  Naturally, I was to be catwoman.  I searched the internet for costumes and was disappointed with what I found.  So I decided to put together my own.  I went straight to eBay and started looking.  To my pleasure I discovered that in China they make full body "fetish" outfits.  Not really my thing, but exactly what I needed to pull off catwoman.  After spending a week researching sellers, I picked what I thought was a reputable one and placed an order.  When I received my full body suit, I was very disappointed.  Despite giving my measurements, the suit was tailored for someone who was 4ft 2, not 5ft 8.  There was absolutely no way this lanky frame was going to fit into the petite suit I received.  I complained, but to not avail.  Halloween was quickly approaching and I already spent a pretty penny on the suit, so I had no other choice but to work with what I had.  In order to get into the thing, I cut the suit across the waist, cut off the gloves, and cut off the seam at the toes.  Some articles from my punk days, a corset I bought online, a little stitching, of course the catwoman mask and a whip finished the look.  It wasn't the costume I dreamed of in high school, but it was pretty awesome none the less.  Until now, I hadn't had a reason to wear it.

In Vegas, I was struck with another idea for my suit.  Locals dress up like Elvis and Vegas show girls and tourists pay them to take their picture.  Anyone up for donning a Poison Ivy or Hurley Quinn suit and hitting the streets of Vagas for a few extra bucks?
 
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