I'm burning up a sun

It should come as no shock that I am a Whovian.  Not a particularly dedicated one, mind you (Matt Smith really just wasn't my cup of tea, and I've only dabbled in some of the older gen. actors, but I might start again with Peter Capaldi.)  I started with Chris Eccleston, and I was completely sold with David Tennant's incarnation of the Doctor.

Anywho, I won't gush, but I did want to share a bit of my homage to him.  I mentioned a few months ago that I attended Geek Creation Show and planned to cosplay.  Ultimately, I only managed one good outfit, a female version of the Tenth Doctor.  Normally, it shouldn't be too hard to cobble such an image together - just get a brown and white pinstripe suit, some Converse hi-tops, and you're good to go.  But I wanted to try something a little different.  I decided that I was going to make my outfit from scratch.

My typical fare is to just upcycle things.  I've made a few things from scratch, but they were usually pretty simple in design.  This was a little daunting because I'd be making something quite a bit more complicated - a fitted waistcoat.  So, for the first time since high school, I shelled out for a pattern.

The pattern also called for a liner.  The brown pinstripe had actually been a little pricier than I wanted, so I opted to dig through my collection of rags and find something suitable.  What I settled on was this beauty:

All assembled, it looked a little something like this:

Lookit that beautiful lining! <3

As for the Converses, well... Being the cheap-o that I am, I wasn't willing to pay for shoes I was well aware I wouldn't wear often, so next best thing:

A little bit of elbow grease and paint...

Not totally perfect, but it gets the point across well enough.  See for yourself:

I even found a TARDIS buddy.  Gender bending - unite!

Tonight, I had the urge to jump back into the ole' costume, but this time, I gave it a little twist.  A bit of a galactic one, if you will:

I said I wouldn't gush, but I guess I can't help myself.  Like most trends, I lagged in actually getting interested.  I had heard about Doctor Who through some British Youtube personalities (in particular, Charlieissocoollike), and even some of my friends mentioned a passing fancy.  I saw that Netflix had the first 3 seasons of the reboot, so I decided to give it a go.

I really was not disappointed.

For me, the 9th and 10th doctors were all just one really giant overarching story (and the repeated appearances of the various companions probably helped with the sense of continuity.)  We have a sole survivor of a terrible war with illusions of godhood.  On and on, he tries to find his soul again, and each time is denied satisfaction.  I don't want to spoil it for anyone who hasn't watched it, but the departure of the 10th doctor was really heartbreaking for me.  He succumbs to his megalomania and pays the price, and yet he is not abandoned or unloved.  He says goodbye to all his friends, and they all recognize the significance.

And then suddenly - boom.  11th Doctor.  The show goes on.

It was probably a different experience for me than for people who had seen the series before its hiatus. This was just a normal thing.  But because I had that continuity between 9 and 10, it felt a little unreal.  The Doctor isn't dead.  So why the mourning?  The fact that there was an 11 almost made me feel like my grief was cheap, and I didn't appreciate that.  

I think, aesthetically though, what I liked best about Tennant was that you always saw fire in his eyes, no matter if he was happy, sad, angry, what have you.  You always felt like he wasn't just playing a Time Lord - he was one.

All of time and space at his finger tips.  What more could a person ask for?

Until the next.