Wicked wasps, meet the Wasp Warrior
As you know, I am running in the Warrior Dash this Sunday. In preparation, I have been working on a costume.
Last year I suggested the possibility of making a bee/wasp inspired outfit (You can read the post if you would like to know the back story). So, I decided to channel my worst fear/enemy when creating my costume for the Warrior Dash. My friends, I am a Wasp Warrior!
Those aren’t the only pieces to my costume, and they aren’t quite finished yet, but I thought I’d give you a sneak peek. I’ll post pictures of my complete look after the Warrior Dash. Unfortunately, I can say with absolute certainty that this is the most poorly constructed outfit that I’ve ever made. I worked out at the shop with Alex every day this week and I just didn’t leave myself enough time to work on the outfit. But, I’m OK with the fact that it was made quickly because it will probably get destroyed and I’d never wear it again anyway.
For those who don’t know, there is eternal enmity between the wasps and I.
I hadn’t seen any wasps for the past several weeks (Hallelujah!). However, as my luck would have it, working on this costume seems to have provoked my enemy.
As soon as I started stitching the pieces together, I discovered that the off-season truce between the wasps and I had ended. I was sitting at my sewing machine, listening to the steady whirring, and daydreaming about future projects. When I stopped to try on the headband, I heard a bzzttzz, bzztzz. I froze. My eyes opened wide and refused to blink, and my muscles tensed to the point of pain. As I strained my ears to discern where the sound was coming from, I slipped out of my chair. I tiptoed quietly around the room. Hunched over and ready to engage in duck and cover maneuvering, I craned my neck up to look for the invader. Soon enough, I discovered that the winged monster was in my sewing storage cubby.
I still had the Wasp Warrior headband on, as I grasped the Wasp spray. The Wasp flew in my direction and I hit the floor. Either there is wisdom in finding strength in your worst fear, or I am getting too used to having wasps infringe upon my space, because I didn’t scream, not even once. I simply took care of the wasp, scooped it up in a napkin and deposited it in the trash.
Now that the wasps have begun their usual attacks, I’m more determined then ever to channel my fear of them into strength on Sunday.
Well, now you’ve seen a sneak peek of my Warrior Dash costume and the inspiration behind it. I also wanted to mention that my bizarre husband has insisted that if he is to wear a costume, he will wear nothing but purple. At first, he said he would only wear a purple sweatsuit, but I finally convinced him that it will be WAY too hot for that kind of get-up. I’m making him some shorts with some purple material I have, and I found a purple shirt at the thrift store. He’ll also be sporting a headband with a special nickname we came up with.
On Monday, I’ll write a post about the event with plenty of pictures.
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