Yesterday was a great day for making a Where the Wild Things Are Max costume. Now before you throw your calendars at me, I know it’s still March and Halloween is still months and months away. I’m not as crazy as you think. You may, however, think of the person who commissioned me to do this a little bit too excited.

FACTS:

He first contacted me about this early last month.

He initially asked if I could make the body suit as well but I told him that I can only come up with the headpiece. He’s a full-grown man so making the whole costume was out of the question. He was fine with the idea.

He wanted gray or brown because he liked the dirty version of the costume.

He stressed that the hood should survive adventures of the hydraulic kind. His exact words: something that will be fine to get wet, you know like if i have some weird urge to swim with it.

So yes, he is excited. And perhaps just a tad strange. But I like strange so here we are, trying to finish a Halloween costume in (almost) the middle of March.

i reckon this is what having a dog looks like

Working from home is still the best decision I’ve made since saying yes to that first coffee date with the boyfriend. But working from home and not seeing anyone for days at a time is not healthy for my reclusive nature. In fact, when I told my Mother about a year ago that I have started working from home, her major concern was my lack of visible workmates. This was reminiscent of her concern years ago, while I was still in college, of my lack of social life.

However, like I said, I can live without seeing any other soul for long stretches of time. But this does not mean that I don’t miss being with workmates. In fact, I have dearly missed the dinners or lunches I used to have with my former bosses and fellow team leaders. Our bosses were Koreans so they pretty much chose to eat mostly at restaurants that serve Filipino food. We, of course, did not object.

Some photos of the restaurant where I lunched with the boyfriend’s family the other day reminded me of the great times I had with people who gave me Yam as a nickname. If you guys are reading this (I know some of you do), HELLO and HELLO.

I apologize if this turned out to be an Alice in Wonderland week. I promise that this is the last you’ll hear of my undying love for the story and the film. I can’t promise, however, that I’d stop talking about Johnny Depp. No one can make such a promise. In fact, the next sentences will be about him.

So the movie was fun, obviously. I just wish I knew what words were coming out of the Mad Hatter’s mouth most of the time. I was getting hints of Willy Wonka and Jack Sparrow in the character, which is why I’m hoping Johnny will not do more of these acid trip roles soon. For sure, I will be glad to see The Tourist because I can enjoy him (and Angelina!) minus the dementia and heavily made up face. For sure, the boyfriend will not watch The Tourist with me because he can’t stand Angelina. So weird, this boy.

I was willing to say “to hell with weird looks from stragers” and hoping to pair my dress with these:

Unfortunately, they have not arrived. So I decided to wear black tights (to keep warm) and black ballet flats with my Alice in Wonderland dress. Yes, the red ballet flats are officially out of commission. Poor things.

Update: The boots are home! I had to go through fire to get them, though. Seriously, there was a huge fire on my way to my sister’s place. I have my items shipped to her apartment because it takes several days for my landlord to give me my packages. Anyhow, I hope no one was hurt in the fire.