I have not dressed up for Halloween since I was 15 years old. My best friend and I decided at the last minute we would make one last ditch effort at trick-or-treating before we’d draw nasty looks from the neighbors. I think I was supposed to be a little kid, and she was a devil. That’s what this horrible photo suggests, anyway:
I cropped out the evil, nightmare-inducing clown lamp that inexplicably remained in my room until I went off to college. But I left the Little Mermaid poster, which I totally stand by as being the perfect accessory for a teenager’s room.
Last year, Vio was a witch, and she insisted I get a witch’s hat to match hers. I guess that was sort of a costume, as much as you can count an 8 months pregnant woman in all black and a witch’s hat a costume.
Other than that, the only costumes I have proof of me wearing are from the late 80s/early 90s when I was in elementary school. I apologize for the poor quality of the images, but I had to pull screencaps from home videos that I recently transferred from VHS to the computer. That’s a LOT of transfers, folks. It doesn’t stop me looking any less dumb, however, so do feel free to laugh along.
Pre-dress primping. I think I was a “bride” that year. I don’t appear to be excited about it. I can remember those hot rollers were digging right into my scalp. Note to self: Do not put Vio and Roo through such tortures at the age of six.
Dude, I was FIERCE. Your guess is as good as mine on this one. I’m wearing the dress I wore as flower girl in my cousin’s VERY 80s wedding. It goes with my awesome DJ Tanner hair, I suppose.
Some sort of ferocious cat, I’m assuming. Contrary to what this picture implies, I never became an emo kid.
This one doesn’t show my costume (OR BANGS, WHICH ARE STILL THERE, I ASSURE YOU) very well, but it does show what a big deal Halloween always was at my house. That’s my mom’s head on a platter there on the left, and my younger brother is dressed up as a surgeon. I can’t say with full certainty, but a good portion of his costume may have been borrowed from the hospital where my mother worked at the time. Once again, I was some sort of princess/bride/freakshow combination of the two.
So that’s all the humiliation I think I can muster up for one post. What are some of your favorite costumes from your past? Most embarrassing? Did you, too, have a horrible 80s hairdo?