People sense my discomfort with making things. It’s not as if it is any sort of a mystery. They say nice things like I really like your witch hat, rasta cap, flowers. I am grateful for the kind words for my labor.
It really did feel like labor. After painting and putting acrylic on my mask, I then was informed that my mask was too “debil” (weak or feeble, but I prefer delicate). So, we had to add more layers of venda, use a blow dryer, live with the new “bandages” that could not be sanded at this point, repaint, reapply acrylic, but the face back under the blow dryer. I know my face said something about how I was done with the mask, and then I was really done. All I had left was to figure out an outfit to accompany her and conjure a name beyond Abeja. I call her Veronica, after one of the Ronettes, a group from Spanish Harlem that popularized the do.
I tried it with my hair down. It definitely looked like an incomplete witch hat. With my hair up, I think it sort of reads beehive. However, I bought a knitted cap (black) to help keep my hair hidden.
The parade starts at 11:30 or 12 tomorrow. We will hit the streets with a band, have mezcal, celebrate big–Oaxacan style.