Last night I set about making the last big item for my carnival costume. I had been planning on whipping up a satin pouch for my sunscreen, safety pins, extra glitter, vex money (emergency cash, in Trinispeak), and lip balm, plus a few ibuprofen and a teeny bottle of eyelash glue. Some people carry mini backpacks on Carnival, and the band actually provides a small and sweet swag bag for this, but no way am I letting anything ruin the look of the outfit. Hence the idea of the little pack, which I designed with elastic that could be pinned or looped onto my belt–unobtrosive, hands-free, matching.
The finished bag:
The bag I will actually use: The Man Purse (aka Mr. Laura and his capacious costume pockets).
After stitching and gloating, I went to try it on with my costume. Major fail. The decorated chains and beads would tangle up on the bag if I had it hanging from my hip, and there is NO SPACE to hide it or attach it anywhere else. Bag decoration operation was aborted, and Husband was wheedled into pinning the bag and its contents to his shorts (in addition to stuffing his costume pockets with more stuff, like tiny hand sanitizer and sunblock bottles.)
There’s a saying about playing mas that goes “don’t bring sand to the beach”–or, don’t play mas with your significant other because there will be plenty other people to dance and party with. Personally, I want to bring a BUCKET of sand to the beach because I want to minimize any unwanted wining upon my person. And, not only will said bucket of sand (e.g. The Man) provide excellent bodyguard services, it will also serve to carry my necessary goods.
Speaking of which, he’s got a mighty spiffy costume too! Check for yourself. Nice, huh? Because a Ruby of Mumbai should always have her own personal maharajah at hand.
I feel a bit of a throat itch coming on, so I stayed away from the pool. I’m not taking any chances on being sick in the next few days. If that means no running tomorrow, then so be it (though if I do run tomorrow, I might do it with a feather in my headband, just to get in the spirit of things). My attitude to this potential possible sickness?
Apart from taking vitamin C, I also fought off any possible impending sniffles with bright clothes and shoes:
Scrambled eggs and guava toast:
Mediterranean chickpea salad and broccoli soup for lunch:
And pasta with tomato sauce and grilled garlicky eggplant:
A good night’s sleep is in order because my Carnival officially starts tomorrow night at 10 pm–I’m going to a little fete called International Soca Monarch, which is only the biggest fete of the season because all the soca acts play their top songs and compete for awards. Come four am I hope to be getting down with Faye-Ann Lyons as she hopefully retains her Power Soca, Groovy Soca, and International Soca Monarch titles–all of which this goddess of groove won and performed for last year one week before having a baby. BIG ups. I can only aspire…