Costumes of Halloweens Past, part 3

a whole lotta cute

We're going back again, all the way to pre-kindergarten. I was the flower girl in my aunt's wedding earlier that fall and - never one to waste* - I decided to wear the dress again to be a bride for Halloween. Look at how adorable tiny me and all my tiny friends are!

Okay, don't I look different in this picture? Why do I suddenly look approximately two years older? Or am I just crazy?

Anyway, I'm pretty sure I tried to convince my brother to be a groom** so we'd be matching... but he probably scoffed at me and went as a cowboy or something.

One thing I am sure of, thought, is that I had to be really pissed at my mom for making me wear that turtleneck to go trick-or-treating. I didn't CARE that we lived in Salt Lake City and it was October and probably between 30 and 40 degrees, MOM! I wanted to wear that thin satin dress without a dumb turtleneck, dammit! Willing to suffer for fashion at an early age.

Also, check out my stick-on earrings. I was obsessed with stick-on earrings back in the day. I can't even tell you how many of those big sheets with a pair for every day of the month we bought. My childhood best friend maintained throughout our whole friendship that the first words I said to her, in pre-kindergarten, were "I have prettier earrings than you." And yes, I was referring to my stick-on jewels. Now, I personally don't recall this event ever taking place, but she swore by the story.

God, what a Bridezilla.

* This is a lie, particularly when it comes to clothes. I (okay, my mom) bought a lot of fugly shit back in the day that I really wanted at first and then wore once before realizing it was fugly shit. But I'm better now. And I'm sorry, mom and dad, for how much money my poor taste cost over the years.

** I was like four, people! Okay, yeah, it's still kind of weird.

Costumes of Halloweens Past, part 2

Three blind mice.

Ahhhhhh yes, my first college Halloween party. (Actually, it was a sorority/fraternity swap.)

This costume is notable for a couple of reasons: Number one is that, despite the fact that it’s a huge cliche and media overhypes it, I'm pretty sure it is still a fact that approximately 75% of all the girls who have ever been in a sorority have done the "sexy [insert animal here]" costume at least once. I was clearly not above it.

gang's all here: dog, cat, mouse
why are stilettos necessary to be an animal? don't ask me.

I was also not above the terrible phase that seems to hit people between the ages of 15 and 20 where they think kissy/pouty faces are cool.

...they're really not (Tait is though)

But I actually loved this costume, and still do despite the cliche. It was homemade (always a plus), it involved sunglasses and led to some fun pictures. We got on everyone's nerves with our sticks, danced our tails off and finished the night eating frozen capri suns with our Resident Assistant. Fond memories, all.

Plus, I would like to think we (and our poodle and kitty sisters) kept it at least a little bit classier than some interpretations...

adding ears does not make this not lingerie

Costumes of Halloweens Past, part 1

In honor of Halloween (aka the best holiday ever), and while I ponder on my costume for this year, each week in October I am planning to feature a costume of yore. Because we all like to see how incredibly awkward I was/am.

nothin' but sass

The first comes from when I was nine-ish years old. My then-best friend and I decided to be a pair of dice. So we got a couple of giant refrigerator boxes and my mom and I went about carefully measuring and tracing the dots to exactly replicate a die.*
 
And then I slowly and carefully colored in all the dots.

With a black marker.

Make that several black markers.

It took multiple hours, which I passed by watching The Sound of Music on tv. Do you guys know how long that movie is? I was coloring the entire time.

my cat is thinking, "giiiirl, you crazy"

Looking back, I often wonder why I didn't just cut out black circles and glue them on and save myself five hours, a pack of sharpies and several hand cramps. But I was young. And while I was a perfectionist already, common sense clearly hadn't quite kicked in yet.

* Because we are super neurotic.

the Littlest Playboy Bunny

On Sunday, as usual, Brian and I curled up to watch Mad Men, where the men took their lunch break at the Playboy Bunny club (you know, like you do). There were a lot of interesting bits of the scene, but what I loved most was seeing the old school Bunny outfits. They recalled fond memories of the time I dressed as a Bunny for Halloween..

When I was two and a half years old.

My parents picked it out.
 
Actually, my mom tells me, "Your dad borrowed the outfit from someone at work I think. He thought it was cute." Nothing cuter than Hef's girls, eh Dad?

Okay, okay, I don't think they were going for a Playboy Bunny exactly. But the combination of a black leotard, sheer tights, ears and a white fluffy tail (sans bunny nose or whiskers or other little kid things) just kind of ended up looking like I should be practicing the Bunny Dip when picking up my juice box.

But damn I was ADORABLE (and Daniel aka Leonardo wasn't too bad either - check out the form on that ninja stance):

I already don't know what to do with my hands.

(Too bad my awkward stage began approximately three weeks after that photo was taken and continued for 75% of my life thus far.)