We are hip-deep in the shipping of our December ish, so posting has sort of slowed to a standstill. And tomorrow, there will be a bunch of rugrats in the office stopping us down, looking for candy. So here is something to run out the shot clock: what was your most memorable Halloween costume? Myself, I’d have to pick “N/A” because I pretty much don’t have one, as I’m lazy and unimaginative when it comes to dressing up for Halloween. Unless you count when I was a kid and my mom made me dress as Uncle Sam, complete with cotton glued to my face. That whole thing was scarring in so many ways. Okay, yours in the comments.
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Bubblegum stuck to the bottom of a shoe tied for first with Junk Mail, wherein I handed out maxi-pad and Tide samples, Victoria’s Secret catalogs and other stuff I’d received.
1977. I was 6. Star Wars (Episode IV: A New Hope) had come out that summer. Dad made an awesome R2D2 costume out of a paprika barrel (he worked for El Chico). It was spicy smelling but very cool, just hard to get up and down stairs.
1995: I went as gray. Gray clothes, gray shoes and socks, gray body and face paint, gray wig.
Gray.
The same year, my sister’s act got yelled at by parents. She’d bought a bunch of packages of frozen tater tots. She cooked them in the oven, and when the kiddos showed up she stuck a tooth pick in each one and then dipped it in ketchup. Dressed as an scary witch, she’d offer a tot to each tot by telling them it was a human finger, and then she’d cackle in her witch outfit as the theme song to the “X-Files” TV show played on outdoor speakers.
The 10 to 15 year old crowd positively loved it, but the parents of those younger would angrily tell her that she was sick, sick, sick.
Times had changed.
I went as Janet Jackson from her “Rhythm Nation” music video when I was 7. I watched the video a thousand times and learned the dance moves. Definitely a memorable costume!
@ 1976 – The Fonz, aka Arthur Fonzerelli, complete with the 1970’s version of hair gel — aka vaseline. My Mom spent 3 months washing it out of my hair.
@Jackson- I thought you were going to say she was offering them as warts that fell off her. I don’t know which is worse.
In college I went as a Sweet n’ Low packet. I had a large piece of bright pink material, cut a hole in the middle for my head, hand painted every word and symbol from the front and back of the SnL packet on to the material and then I stuffed it with some cotton to make it a little bumpy. Sweet!
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Pregnant nun. Yes, I know, I’m going to hell.
This is family legend now…but when I was 10, my mom took my 5 year old sister and me to a church Halloween party. The rules were to dress up as someone in the Bible. There were Jesus’ (Jesi? Jesuses?) and Marys and Wise Men as one would expect at a Baptist function. I pranced around as the Queen of Sheba in an old purple bridesmaid dress. Mom dressed up little sister as the devil. Yep, she went there. Lil’ sis had all the necessary accouterments: red horns, a red tail and a red pitchfork.
Mom definitely lost some church friends over that one.
A car wash. White t-shirt with a bunch of blue and white yarn poked through to about 15 inches in length. Me and my partner both had this and we would spin close together.
Freshman year of college, a group of friends and I dressed up as the Seven Deadly Sins. I got to be envy – dressed head to toe in green. Some other unfortunate souls were stuck with gluttony and sloth. Best costume on Bourbon Street that year…
Several years ago I dressed as Miss Stakes. I had huge fake hair, a tiara and a Miss Stakes sash. I ironed on phrases with 10 of the year’s biggest mistakes such as “Trading Steve Nash,” “Starting a war with no exit strategy,” “Thug Day,” (in reference to a stupid Highland Park High School prank) “Paris Hilton’s fame,” etc. I got mad props on that costume.
For accuracy, you should just end this post right after the word “unimaginative.”
Oh noes. I just got served. DANG!