Have you read Obscura’s post on “OversatuRAtion” today? I have to confess here that I am also what she terms as a heRAtic – in my case a fan who felt a bit unable to keep up with the many pictures, tweets, reports, videos and commentaries that came in over the weekend. I can’t even find a proper explanation for it – it’s not that I don’t want to see tweets about RA or that I am tired of looking at him. Never! 😀 I think what it does to me is remind me that it is impossible (for me, in my specific family/living/working situation) to keep track of *everything*, and ultimately, for me, that is an unpleasant realization. And so, to avoid disappointment, I simply zone out of the whole thing, only dipping in and out of it, focussing on the stuff that *I* find noteworthy, neglecting the bigger picture, safe in the knowledge that others will summarize, document and formulate responses.
However, that leaves time to do other things, and the one thing that Armitage has been doing
to for me without fail, is tickle my creative bone. I am not really sure how that works – is it feeling inspired by his example, which shows an extraordinarily prolific output this year alone (Hannibal, Pilgrimage, Brain on Fire, Summer, Clearance, plus misc. voice work)? Is it feeling challenged á la “You’re not that special, Armitage, if *you* can do it, so can I”? That’s the version for the arrogant Scorpio who put his/her hand up twice when god handed out self-confidence… Is it a subconscious move away from him, an attempt at doing something “active” rather than passive consumption, proving that I *can* do other things apart from spending 20 minutes watching Richard Armitage breathe like in the Anglophile Hannibal Pannibal Fannibal video – I’m not kidding, that’s what I did while Fuller and Dancy droned on… It was enormously entertaining and exciting to watch the belly under that tight, white t-shirt move up and down, up and down, up and down. At the end of the clip, I was in a trance. I like to think it is a mixture of my own creative urge and his good example.
So over the weekend I got this irrepressible urge to make something. Not a shrine (for that I need an empty house, and Mr Guylty is obviously in da house on Sat and Sun), but something else. This coincided nicely with a small dilemma that I am facing. You see, I am going on a business trip tomorrow. I’ve mentioned before that Guylty is a rather careless, if not slovenly dresser with a seriously challenged fashion sense. If it’s black and comfy, I’ll wear it. I am not altogether averse to dressing up on occasion, but I am a firm believer in Thoreau’s adage Mistrust all enterprises that require new clothes.
That aphorism is actually carved in wood on top of my wardrobe. No kidding. But we are talking a business trip here, not a photography gig where I could pretend I was a slightly dotty artist who is too aloof to care about appearances. Some kind souls gave me a few pointers on what to wear when on business. So Guylty went shopping and bought four tops, one pair of pants, one jacket. Guess what? Four out of six garments are black *arrrrrgh*, and I had been advised to lighten up my style, especially as I am *not* attending the annual conference of the National Association of Funeral Directors, but meeting professionals from the digital sector. So, accessorize! With the Red Dragon indelibly burnt in my mind (that trailer… UNF), I went to work.
Crapes for the
Red Silver Dragon? So the Funeral Director’s bash after all? Nope. That’s just the centrepiece around which I created a brooch to be worn proudly and brashly on my otherwise sad and sorry outfit. I made a brooch for my lapel, reminiscent of a medal – or possibly more like a rosette.
Quite blingy for Guylty’s standards. And in order to not neglect dear old Dolly in the whole shebang, I included a reference to probably *the* favourite scene in Red Dragon in this lousy effort at classy bling. Maybe you can spot it better in the next pic.
Maybe not. That silver blob underneath the rosette is a tiger’s head. Yeah, reminiscent of good ole romantic Dolly taking Reba on an unforgettable trip to the zoo to “see” a tiger. Awww, the fangirl heart crumbles… Me, over-romanticizing a vicious, schizophrenic serial killer? Of course not. Um.
Do you think that is a goer for a sideline in RAPS Inc.’s product portfolio? I can already hear the marketing dept rustling their notes and sharpening their pencils. Under the heading of “Stealthy Fangirling for Professionals – Wear Your Heart on Your Lapel” they’ll be extolling the “discreet elegance of a piece of RAvotionalia that is set to keep your heart racing – while appearing smart and professional” with a “quirky, custom-made piece of costume jewelry” that “allows you to carry your favourite chaRActer with you at all times, without attracting snarky questions from pitiable ignorami”… Damn, they already had me at “stealthy fangirling”… Let’s hope I won’t have to field any snarky questions on my trip. Wish me luck!