Two and a half years ago,
I was a 20-yr-old girl, sitting in the living room
of my boyfriend's house, the day after Halloween.
{also -- i'm 23 now, i can't do math?}
{also -- i'm 23 now, i can't do math?}
That year, I was cast in a show,
had a show on Halloween.
so i spent Halloween night wearing a fabulous beaded dress from the 80s
that i pulled from my closet
being nobody in particular
and more particularly, stewing over the fact that my boyfriend
was actually falling in love with the light in another girl's eyes.
(we broke up over it later, when all came to full-fruition.)
and two and a half years ago,
sitting in an ottoman in Lee's house,
i had one of the most brilliant ideas of my life.
for halloween, the next one hopefully,
i
was going
to be
a
naked.
barbie.
doll.
it was awesome!
i had it all planned out from that very first moment,
a simple costume, really.
nude leotard.
blonde wig.
pink heels.
and then i didn't use it the following year.
and the one after.
i didn't go out for halloween actually,
preferring not to be one of the masses traipsing around a drunken college campus
trying not to share my dislike for the trampy costumes that frequent such a place.
and then, this year, everything changed.
i bought a leotard.
a nude one.
from an excellent little dance store here in Cincinnati, called "Loshin's."
They were VERY excited about my costume, matching me up with appropriate sizes
(to avoid camel toe,)
and appropriate colors
(to get as close a match as possible to both leotard and tights.)
i borrowed some shoes.
a RAD YOUNG WOMAN
who frequents etsy as much as i do.
seriously. she mailed them to me.
ACTUALLY!
these shoes have quite a history!
4 + years ago, Genevieve wore them to St. Anthony's Catholic Church in Wylie, Texas
when we all received a blessing to go off yonder for college.
Genevieve wears a size 10.
I wear a size 8.
They fit me perfectly.
Sooo, in the above photo,
she's basically crammed her foot into a tiny shoe
for an entire morning.
THAT my friends
is dedication to a rad pair of pink shoes.
(which, in actuality, are even MORE amazing, because they actually once belonged to genevieve's mom. shoots, i sure do love histories.)
okay, cool.
so gen heard my pleas and woes on facebook about not being able to track down
a sweet pair of hot pink heels from etsy or the internet
without it costing 15 + dollars (too much)
and totally, absolutely mailed me hers.
even though we haven't seen each other for well, actually, over four years.
SHE. ROCKS.
thank you, beebs.
and then
i bought a wig.
i waited too long on the wig, thing, actually.
a month ago, when i had a sunday, i wandered into the recently sprung Halloween Express
and died laughing, trying on wigs and weird, cheap costume pieces.
aaaaand i didn't buy my wig then.
so yesterday, October 30th, when I showed up at Halloween Express again,
thinking i'd have my pick o' the litter when it came to blonde wigs,
i was met with amazed disappointment!
because, in actuality,
all that was left were the ratty ones that everyone had tried on for over a month.
:)
and i absolutely bought one,
took it home, combed the heck out of it,
and set it, so it would wave.
hey, i didn't take make-up for a quarter from kelly yurko at ccm for nothing.
AND THEN.
i was ready.
i had a party to go to.
and i assembled.
make-up.
pin curls.
matching pink lipstick.
spanx.
tights.
leotard.
and then not spanx because the lines were too obvious.
so. tights.
leotard.
heels.
and wig.
SHAZAAAM.
most fun costume, ever.
everyone freaked out.
i looked totally naked, and totally freaky with this blonde wig.
i wore it till i made people uncomfortable, and then i changed. :)
the crowing achievement, the one to put the whole ensemble completely over the top,
pondered how much camouflage he owned...
you know...so he could go as G.I. Joe.
did i mention yet that he rocks?
yeah, i thought so too.
And here's to next year!
for which i already have
another great idea
with one light extinguished,
