Happy Halloween

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.

 

Wario_Waluigi

Here’s a look back at some of my best work.

 

Oscar the Grouch - Age 3?

Oscar the Grouch – Age 3?

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.

 

Sassy witch - age 5? Loving that Gothic door we had.

Sassy witch – age 5?

Could only be another example of my mother’s subtle attempt at irony…

Dirty hippie - Age 7?

Dirty hippie – Age 7?

Bought this shirt at JCPenney, circa 1997. Totally wore it like once a week for the rest of the year.

Sophomore year of college.

Audrey Hepburn/Holly Golightly – Age 20

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.

Errand-running Britney (circa 2007) and K-Fed - age 21

Errand-running Britney (circa 2007) and K-Fed – age 21

Cheetos, Starbuck, a baby. Obviously Britney pre-meltdown.

Courtney Love and Kurt Cobain - age 21 (again)

Courtney Love and Kurt Cobain – age 21 (again)

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.

Hook. Hook. Hook. Age 21 - again

Hook. Hook. Hook. Age 21 – again

I dressed up three times this year. I also got my hook heel stuck in a sewer grate. #Mustache

Scooby-Dooby-Doo Gang - Age 22

Scooby-Dooby-Doo Gang – Age 22

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.

Home Alone

Home Alone

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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.”

 

 

 

Charlee Fam is a twenty-something, award-winning writer living in New York City. She recently completed her first novel, Last Train to Babylon.

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