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.
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