Well, Sweet Baboo has announced our intention to do the Las Vegas Marathon in about a week, and after much consideration, I've decided that everything I've done this year has been way too serious. Thus, I will also be joining the Running Elvi.
However, since I am a girly girl (ironic, given my insistence on dressing like a boy when I was younger. Now I'm all, like, girly girl. A girly girl who does triathlon. ) I will be going as Priscilla.
However, since I am a girly girl (ironic, given my insistence on dressing like a boy when I was younger. Now I'm all, like, girly girl. A girly girl who does triathlon. ) I will be going as Priscilla.
Think of the Viva Las Vegas Elvis, but instead of pants, I'll be wearing a red mini skirt, white running tights and a white rhinestone leather belt.
There is this woman named Misty (fanTASTIC name) who makes running Elvi costumes, and she's already provided the dress.
There is this woman named Misty (fanTASTIC name) who makes running Elvi costumes, and she's already provided the dress.
The Elvis glasses and white leather rhinestone belt are on order.
Then, there is the wig.
Yes, yes, yes. The. Wig.
Yes, yes, yes. The. Wig.
I found and ordered an auburn bouffant wig, but haven't received it yet in the mail yet, so you'll have to rely on Mr. Photoshop to do the imagining for you:
Wait for it.
That's it. No more pictures until the day of the race. (Yeah, I'm a tease)
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