I love Halloween. It’s my number one season. But for some reason I never fully embrace it as I should. I half-ass costumes and wait until the hour before to throw something together, and I never have a plan. Still, I have no regrets. My costumes over the years have been perfection. I’m a master DIY-er.
Update: Matt and I are being Wario and Waluigi. If you know us, it’s oddly fitting. Can’t wait to get all moustachioed tonight.
Here’s a look back at some of my best work.
I can’t take credit for this one. I actually don’t even remember it. I’m sure my mom recognized my penchant for being a straight grouch and threw this together. It’s sort of fitting.
Could only be another example of my mother’s subtle attempt at irony…
Bought this shirt at JCPenney, circa 1997. Totally wore it like once a week for the rest of the year.
I’m missing a lot of good years here, but college was probably the most fun I had with dressing up, not just because it was acceptable to dress like a hooch, but because Halloween lasted for like 5 nights.
Cheetos, Starbuck, a baby. Obviously Britney pre-meltdown.
This one I did with my boyfriend’s brother. I had purchased that wig one time in Ithaca (also seen above with Brit), and had been dying to channel my inner CL for nearly a year.
I dressed up three times this year. I also got my hook heel stuck in a sewer grate. #Mustache
I take a lot of pride in this photo. This was our first Halloween living in NYC, and I had the grand idea of DIY Scooby-Doo costumes (sans dog unfortunately). There were four of us, and my boyfriend is essentially Shaggy, so it just sort of worked. It took us a half hour in H&M to pull this together.
Harry. Marv. Kevin. Pigeon Lady. Gangs all here. This one was thrown together in maybe 20 minutes, because nobody planned on going out (it was a work night), but I wasn’t about to let that happen. So I took an iron to my boyfriend’s face, sliced open a down pillow, and rolled around in feathers. Alas, nobody got “Lost in New York.”