So I made a Fat Elvis costume for my friend's kid. It looked kind of awesome. I am expecting a shipment of candy - my tithe, if you will.
Oh. That. I can TOTALLY explain!
I made a costume for a friend's son, Niko. Since Niko is deliciously chubby like all adorable 2 year olds are, I decided that I will make him The Fat Elvis Costume.
I got a white zip hoodie/pant set from Walmart, and played with it. Got a whole pile of iron on rhinestone patterns, and went to fucking town, ya'll.
It's not done - I am going back to get the moon inked in white, and to fill in the crane. Isn't it beautiful?
Everyone knows that Northern Virginia is straight up gangsta. A-town? Alexandria? Yo, you're gonna need a flak jacket and a bulletproof Hummer to get around - getting to that new Whole Foods and Trader Joes is fucking MURDAH. Those crazy bitches with their perfect blond hair, sweater over their shoulders and pearls around their necks will cut you.
So this is for my peeps up in A-Town.
After only having had items from the orange food group for lunch (jalapeno cheetos and sunkist), I needed something decent for dinner.
I get home, and open the fridge. Contents: slowly wilting white and green asparagus. A tub of white miso. One slightly old lime.
What's a girl to do?
Make grilled asparagus with lime-miso dip of course! (the dip needs a bit of tweaking. It's not bad, but it's not amazing either.)
