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.



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


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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