I looked through my past costume pile and was reminded of a costume I had pulled off quite well a couple years back. I went to a party with a theme of "dead things." I loved how broad a theme it was...it left so much room for interpretation. There were dead fads (like disco), dead animals (see: roadkill), the reanimated dead, and dead famous people (the category I belonged in).
(I love her)
I decided to do it all over again for a new audience, without the "Bea." I had just purchased the greatest granny-style suit at my favorite thrift store for a whopping $3.50, so all I needed was the white hair spray.
Done and done.
This is what happens when my sister is the photographer.......
And this too:
I must admit, it is kind of terrifying to face yourself in your 60s when you're in your 30s. I just hope I don't have nightmares tonight.