My Own Personal Version of Christmas

Is Halloween. If I have disappeared, it is only because I have been thinking about making, making, thinking about putting on, or actually putting on a costume. The day of Halloween, or the day before I debut my costume, is like the night before Christmas when you can't sleep because you are thinking about your presents, except that for Halloween "can't sleep" is replaced with "can't sit still, be he happy, and do normal functions until you have a costume on." This year was extra special because actual Halloween wasn't until Monday, so it spread the festivities out from the weekend through trick or treat on Monday. That was enough holiday for two costumes: two for me and two for my dog. My fiance didn't get in the mix. I think my ferocity for Halloween is terrifying to him, but rather than being okay with it, I just become enraged that there is someone out there, someone who I live with, who is simply copacetic with Halloween, who will wear a costume but could also not dress up and be fine with that.  I am not fine with that. I am only fine with going totally, insanely, perfectly over the top on the one holiday when you are prized for doing exactly that. I also, being achievement-oriented, value the specificity and creativity of very good Halloween costumes. You have to be crafty to be good at Halloween (luckily I also practice consuming a lot of sugar so I don't crash after sugar highs) OR you can be any little kid and be great at it. There were some amazing kid costumes this year. One kid was in a pinstripe suit, white sunglasses, white shoes, white gun. He was a gangster, and he had a ton of attitude. He actually pretended to shoot my dog and then tipped down his sunglasses at me.  Straight up gangster. Luckily, my dog was so distracted by all the children dropping candy on the ground, her first thought when she saw the toy gun was not fear but, "will it shoot Skittles, toward my mouth?"

Anyways, my friend Jen and I went as workers from back in the day at Dairy Queen after we got off a long shift. She works the front counter, with a smile, and does the cones. I cook the burgers and I never want to be there. I also refuse to wear most of the uniform.

I've been drinking on the job.

Hat: Plato's Closet, $4
Leather Jacket: Gift via my Mom
Leather Dress: Etsy, $40

Kinsey also came from an easily recognizable chain, probably the most easily recognizable there is. Can you tell she is a pumpkin spice latte from Starbucks? She's (it's) my favorite thing in the world.

She really wanted to eat the entire contents of her inedible lid just to ingest the edible cinnamon sprinkled on it.

Once that was over, it just wasn't enough. My friend had dressed up as Joan Jett, and I had some clothes I had no reason to wear (of course) so I did a quick Runaways costume. Secretly, or not so secretly, I just wanted to put on a lot of black eye makeup again. I look like Jackie here. To be Joan, I'd need to split my bangs in half. This was not a denim phase for The Runaways. This was a glam pantsuit phase. I actually found an article online about the costume designer for the movie, and that article was titled "Denim, Pantsuits, and Lurex." I like everything that title is telling me. The other sad part is that this photo doesn't show how good this pantsuit is in that it has lattice detailing all up and down the legs and sleeves, making it very Runaway-like.

Pantsuit: ONE DOLLAR via Lucky Exchange
Glitter Belt: Old Navy, $10
Necklace: Plato's Closet, $6
Patent Boots: Desu Couture, $20


Now I'm tired. Guess I'll go curl up in my cocoon.