Too much trick, not enough treat
My teaching partner called the other day to invite Grant and I to her house on October 29. I adore this woman and it is the first big party she is having in her brand new home with her brand new husband. So I had to say "yes".
Allison, you may find yourself asking, why do you say "had"?
It's a Halloween party.
Unlike others of my acquaintance (waves to Annika and Will), I have never mastered the art of dressing up for Halloween. This from a woman who lived in San Francisco, quite arguably the Halloween capital of the world. I was also a Theatre Arts major in university, which seemed to make the world think that dressing up was my raison d'etre. The difference is, when I acted there was a costume designer taking care of that particular detail. I loved those costumes. But when I had to figure it out on my own? Every October 31st, I would feebly attempt to find some sort of costume that made me feel....well, not lame. I cannot remember a single time I succeeded.
For years I relied on a Groucho Marx nose and my wedding veil to create "Bride of Groucho". It was perfect, required absolutely no makeup and was easy to remove when I felt like being me again. Sadly, the nose fell apart and the veil shredded. *sigh*
This year, not only am I dreading the prospect of actually having to come up with a costume, I am married to a man who quite possibly hates the idea of dressing up for Halloween with even more of a passion than I do. Luckily, he is fairly easy. Put him in a hockey sweater, black out a couple of teeth and hand him a hockey stick and we are done. But my Halloween disaster looms.
I want to be clever. And I need it to be simple. Help.
Allison, you may find yourself asking, why do you say "had"?
It's a Halloween party.
Unlike others of my acquaintance (waves to Annika and Will), I have never mastered the art of dressing up for Halloween. This from a woman who lived in San Francisco, quite arguably the Halloween capital of the world. I was also a Theatre Arts major in university, which seemed to make the world think that dressing up was my raison d'etre. The difference is, when I acted there was a costume designer taking care of that particular detail. I loved those costumes. But when I had to figure it out on my own? Every October 31st, I would feebly attempt to find some sort of costume that made me feel....well, not lame. I cannot remember a single time I succeeded.
For years I relied on a Groucho Marx nose and my wedding veil to create "Bride of Groucho". It was perfect, required absolutely no makeup and was easy to remove when I felt like being me again. Sadly, the nose fell apart and the veil shredded. *sigh*
This year, not only am I dreading the prospect of actually having to come up with a costume, I am married to a man who quite possibly hates the idea of dressing up for Halloween with even more of a passion than I do. Luckily, he is fairly easy. Put him in a hockey sweater, black out a couple of teeth and hand him a hockey stick and we are done. But my Halloween disaster looms.
I want to be clever. And I need it to be simple. Help.
posted by allison | 6:03 PM
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Some of my girlfriends and I are wearing "Hello, my name is" tags, a la Oz, each with a different goddess' name on it. We're going as a Goddess Conference.
Yes, we're very lame.
Why don't you and Grant go as a hockey team?
I intended on starting on my costume earlier this year, because I wanted to be Rainbow Brite. But alas, I haven't even looked at patterns yet, let alone started making it, so there goes that idea. At least for this year.
My easiest costumes were the ones where I started with things I had, then just added the accessories. Like the year I went as Indiana Jones - the clothes were easy, I just had to track down a hat, a satchel and a whip. Or when I was Luke Skywalker - I wore my tae kwon do do-bok (shirt), belt, and bought a light saber, and wrapped strips of cloth up my calves for boots (this was when my hair was short and seventies boy-like).
Go as a Bear!
Then you can just sit on the sofa all night, eating Halloween caaaandy and making fun of stoopid humoos.
OK Bye
Stompy
Honey, I have NO IDEA what to do this year.
I HATE dressing up for hallowe'en! I mean, I used to have this great outfit so it was fine. I was cute, it was easy, I was easy - problem solved.
Of course, I wouldn't wear it now as it was an Indian Princess dress *eep* but I was younger and unaware. Since that costume bit the dust, I have avoided costume parties. I hate feeling ugly or stupid or not "sexy" enough - because although I like the idea of wearing something that makes me attractive, I hate that hallowe'en has become all about the "slutty" nurse and "Whore" witch, etc...
Expecially that the costumes tend to be low-end slutty-whoredom.
But I'll end my rant now.
Tux jacket. Fedora. Black Tights. Voila. Can't go wrong with "Summer Stock." It's so easy.
I've been an angel for years now. (Every year I say I'm going to be something else, but I never go through with it.)
I wear a long, satiny, flouncy white nightgown (which a slip underneath and a sheer white "robe" over top) with a cheap wire wings and halo headband set. Then I use tons of glitter on my arms, chest, hair, and face.
I like to braid snakes into my hair and go as Medusa. (Jenns little sister here... hope you don't mind, you leave great comments on my sisters blog so I figured I would drop by)
Hi Leone! Of course you are welcome. Any sister of Jenn's...um, is good. :-)
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