I have to get this off my chest: I love Halloween. I love seeing everyone’s costume and trying to guess what they are. I love Halloween parties. I love candy!
Some of you might even remember my post about Art Meets Fashion where Pretty Macabre showed their spooky collection of costumes. As you can imagine, I was in heaven. Here are some more photos from that night:
What am I going as for Halloween, you ask? Well, that’s a funny story…
When I was a kid, I planned out my elaborate costume no less than two months ahead of time. My siblings, on the other hand, were a little different. They finally got tired of coming up with new costumes and found the nearest sports jersey, put it on and would go as “Yankees Fan” or “Jazz Fan.”
I never thought it would happen to me, but when I hit high school, I got really lazy. Since I was probably going straight from school to ballet classes, I went as a dead ballerina. You would think that this would stop after I quit ballet, but it didn’t. I’ve been a dead ballerina for the last nine Halloweens.
This year is finally different. My bold, inner-feminist got a hold of me, and I’m going as Rosie the Riveter. Three cheers for change!
Happy Halloween, everyone!
Some of you might even remember my post about Art Meets Fashion where Pretty Macabre showed their spooky collection of costumes. As you can imagine, I was in heaven. Here are some more photos from that night:
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| If you can't tell, her top is made of plastic cockroaches. |
What am I going as for Halloween, you ask? Well, that’s a funny story…
When I was a kid, I planned out my elaborate costume no less than two months ahead of time. My siblings, on the other hand, were a little different. They finally got tired of coming up with new costumes and found the nearest sports jersey, put it on and would go as “Yankees Fan” or “Jazz Fan.”
I never thought it would happen to me, but when I hit high school, I got really lazy. Since I was probably going straight from school to ballet classes, I went as a dead ballerina. You would think that this would stop after I quit ballet, but it didn’t. I’ve been a dead ballerina for the last nine Halloweens.
This year is finally different. My bold, inner-feminist got a hold of me, and I’m going as Rosie the Riveter. Three cheers for change!
Happy Halloween, everyone!
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