Eat, Drink, and be Scary

Halloween has always been my favorite day of the year starting all the way back to when I was just a wee little lass. It is a day that allows us to use our imagination- how often do you get to do that?! Not only do I love it for those reasons, but due to a birthday in close proximity, I get a little more festive than usual.

As a child, I always had a desire to be adorable in some way on Halloween.

Adorable Prima ballerina. Check.
Adorable Black cat. Check.
Adorable Dalmatian. Check.

Around the age of nine I realized my love of all things tomboy and words such as cute, adorable, and pretty did not fit into my m.o. This translated into my everyday attire and my halloween attire.

Scary gothic girl Check.
Scary gothic girl again. Check.
Scary gothic girl again, again. Check.

Thankfully, for my mom, this was a short lived phase (I really enjoy being a female) but some aspects of no longer needing to be a girly-girl remained intact. As a teenager I wanted to be funny. If the guys could wear funny costumes, girls should too. I wanted to black my teeth out, roll in grass, and come to school as a farmer. One year my friends and I were Snow White and the Seven Dwarves. I was grumpy. Obviously.

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Unfortunately, most costumes targeted towards females are, and I don’t use this word lightly, skanky. College is the place where innocent Disney characters by day become scantily clad members of society by night. And it turns out, you can make anything provocative. If you can make a creature that lives in a dumpster sexy, the possibilities are endless. Nothing is off limits.

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This never really appealed to me, but I can’t say I was never Harry Potter in a skirt. Or Where’s Waldo. In a skirt. And the older I got the more ridiculous these costumes became to me. I wanted to go back to the classics or at least costumes that I would:

a) be warm in
b) did not need to wear heels for

Give me combat boots and a wig. Hit Girl. Give me a witch hat. White makeup and a teddy bear, I’m a creepy dead child. Warmth granted and heels not required.

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This year I forgot about Halloween. How it happened, I don’t know. It was not on my radar at all and as a result John and I did not plan for costumes. Which is why makeup is the best costume of all. After some debate I bought way too much black and white makeup. No plan really. Figured you can do a lot with those two colors. John bought an “inmate” costume and figured he would channel his inner felon. We are also very into the Walking Dead. He was going to be a felonious zombie.

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So this Thursday use your imagination, maybe a little (or a lot) of makeup and have fun!!!!

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