You Promised You Wouldn't Wear Your Cape Outside

I present: The Cape! In all its glory.

After the initial shock, I decided to keep my Asos cape. There was a moment of confusion with the placement of the armholes. I have little T-Rex arms when I wear it.

But you don't even have to use the armholes if it's really cold out. No arms here. Carrying a purse with a cape is difficult, I've found. Forget about a backpack completely!

It is also difficult to button. I told my boyfriend Joe that I always buttoned it wrong and then it made me look like a moron. "Yes," he said. "The buttons are what make you look like a moron."

It's just a lot for him to process, but he's been a good sport about walking around with someone wearing a cape.

I think it is a lot for anyone to process. I wore it over to my friend Christine's house. Ever the consummate hostess, she asked, "Can I take your... cape?"

Christine's friend took a look at the cape. "It's weird, but nice," she said.

Eds. note - this about sums up the reaction to the cape. Let's get more comments from the peanut gallery.

Amy: "I don't love it but I most definitely don't hate it."

Luther: "I don't hate it as much as I thought I would."

Coworker: "Are capes popular?"

Me: "It's the beginning of a trend."

Coworker: "Well, don't let the taunts discourage you. They're just not there yet."

My friend Jacalyn (via email from Hong Kong!): "I LIKE THE CAPE!!! wear it!! wear it walking down the streets of G-town!!"

So I did! I had to run to catch the D2 bus, sprinting as fast as I could down the sidewalk, cape billowing behind me. I looked straight-up crazy.

And of course, I have to wear the cape while riding my bike. Same effect!

I think this is going to be my signature look. In fact, blog reader Alix recognized me on the street because I was wearing this cape. So just look for me, dear readers, I'll be the one wearing a cape.

So Hot We'll Melt Your Popsicle

Before we went out on Halloween, I went over to a friend's apartment for a little party. We were playing a card game with a rule that if you drew a certain card, you had to stand up in front of everyone and sing a song, and everyone would sing along with you.I drew that unfortunate card. So I took a deep breath, stood up, and sang:"California girls/ They're unforgettable/ Daisy dukes/ Bikinis on top"And waited for others to join in. But the whole group just stared at me, unblinking."You guys don't know that song?"

Everyone in the room shook their head, no.

"Really," I said. "'California Girls.' You don't know 'California Girls?' The song that plays on the radio every one and half minutes? Since spring 2010?"

*Silence*

Maybe I should've sung "Teenage Dream" instead.

Adele WK

I got the cape in the mail. Ohhhh man. That is all I have to say about it at this juncture.

Let's talk Halloween instead. I take this holiday very seriously, as you can see by last year's retro tennis costume. The thing I really liked about that costume was wearing sneakers out instead of heels. That was a game-changer.

So this year, I tried to think what I could be that involved wearing sneakers. And clothes I already owned. An then I had a flash of inspiration. I would dress up as Andrew WK.

My personal hero. The man, the myth, the legend.

I had already watched his television show when I was in high school, and partied at his club in NYC, so dressing up like him seemed like the next natural step. I think he would be flattered by this. Not reaching for the restraining order.

And if you are asking "Who?" right now, you are not alone. Not everyone remembers a pop-metal rocker with a circa-2001 hit called "Party Hard". I would say that 75% of people I told about my costume idea didn't know what I was talking about. However, the 25% who did know thought it was awesome.

It was for those people that I unearthed my fake-blood emblazoned concert tee from a drawer and bought a $18 pair of white jeans to mimic Andrew's trademark white jeans + running shoes look.

But after going to the Stewart rally, my motivation for crowds and ironic statements was at an all-time low.

I managed to venture back out for Halloween.

Here I am, Adele WK. I tried to headbang, but it gave me a headache. That's not very rock star, is it?

Lonely Goatherd

Cape Update: The cape is now on American soil. Unfortunately, I wasn't around to sign for it, so I will have to wait another day.

The suspense is building!

Spotted this Halloween decoration in DC - a cardboard cutout of a goat in the window. Or at least I think it is a Halloween decoration, it could be like this every day for all I know (minus the pumpkin).

Who Wears a Cape? Pt. 2

I bought a cape. It is making its way across the Atlantic now, on its way to my apartment. Via gchat, I told my friend Amy this.
4:03 PM me: i bought a cape online
4:04 PM Amy: hahaha
nice
halloween?
me: no, not for halloween
for everyday use



Everyone thinks it was for Halloween. Bad timing.

What can I say, I'm a slave to fashion trends. Remember, I have been contemplating purchasing a trendy cape for some time.

My friend Julie is pro-cape.

1:25 PM Julie:i'm glad you're really doing this
1:26 PM
getting a cape

She claims that they were all the rage at this year's Treasure Island - hipsters have no use for sleeves apparently.

In fact, she was so persuasive that I got the color she liked best.

3:30 PM Julie: i like the green one
black would be kinda boring
me:
haha because the last thing you want your cape to be is boring

I will report back when my ASOS cape arrives. D.C., get ready.

To be continued...