Scenes from 'My Life as an Artichoke'
Jul. 22nd, 2002 02:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
oakenguyThe costume is fantastic. It's a mailbox-sized artichoke. It's gorgeous…except I'm a yard wide, can't lift my legs, can't bend at the waist, and my arms are trapped at my side, just sorta waving there. I'm Swamp Thing meets Tom Servo.
My partner-in-mascotting, Aga the Beet, has been mistaken for an eggplant, a turnip, a radish, a fig, an onion, a space alien, and a Hershey's kiss. (Personally, at certain angles the costume looks like a giant purple nose.) The constant need to re-affirm her identity has taken its toll. Walk, wave, smile, yell "I'm a BEET!", wave, walk, have picture taken, yell "No, I'm a BEET!"…it's grueling.
My partner-in-mascotting, Aga the Beet, has been mistaken for an eggplant, a turnip, a radish, a fig, an onion, a space alien, and a Hershey's kiss. (Personally, at certain angles the costume looks like a giant purple nose.) The constant need to re-affirm her identity has taken its toll. Walk, wave, smile, yell "I'm a BEET!", wave, walk, have picture taken, yell "No, I'm a BEET!"…it's grueling.
