I thought I was an enigma……I wasn’t complex enough to be incomprehensible....I thought I was straight forward.. I’m too complex to be completely understood

By Creeva, on August 19, 2008

Personal Writing

Tags: , , ,


When I was young I loved capes.   I don’t know why.   The first cape I can remember (I’m sure there were predecessors) was one I had at my grandmother’s house.   It was dark blue with red trim.  I did the normal pretend I was Batman or Superman routines, but I just like wearing it.  I don’t know why.

Following that for years I had inferior capes, normally the halloween vinyl capes.  I hated those capes.  They would tear within an hour and most the time you were left with the collar and no cape.    Then I finally made it to working at the haunted school house (picture above though the cape is somehow behind my back enoguh you can’t see it).   I designed a character named “Vlad”  who I played off an on for 3 years – note the costume all put together probably ran me 400.00.

Since I stopped working at the school house I’ve only pulled out that cape on a couple occasions.   I still have it and it’s in the closet.   Maybe sometimes I dance around naked only wrapped in my cape…..wouldn’t you like to know.



View Comments to “My Obsession With Capes”

  1. [...] Since I stopped working at the school house I’ve only pulled out that cape on a couple occasions.   I still have it and it’s in the closet.   Maybe sometimes I dance around naked only wrapped in my cape…..wouldn’t you like to know. Original From: My Obsession With Capes [...]

  2. Miranda says:

    Capes are hot… they were always my favorite part of my Halloween coustume! I had this red velvety one that I just adored.

  3. Miranda says:

    Capes are hot… they were always my favorite part of my Halloween coustume! I had this red velvety one that I just adored.

  4. Creeva says:

    @Miranda, but do you still have it?

    I still have my cape :P

  5. Creeva says:

    @Miranda, but do you still have it?

    I still have my cape :P

Leave a Reply

blog comments powered by Disqus