Livia
10-26-2007, 12:53 PM
Stand back for my Halloween duds
October 26th, 2007 · Post a Comment · posted by cstulce
As many times as I’ve tried on ladies clothing at the Alton Goodwill, half the shoppers there must think I’m always auditioning for the drag show over at Bubby and Sissy’s — not the case here.
I don’t get any thrill from putting on second- or third-hand blouses and skirts either. Why the heck do they button on the opposite side, anyway?
If you do see me throwing a shawl or dress on over my man duds, I’m probably seeking out a costume — for Halloween or the sketch comedy stage.
Maybe I’m reacting from less-than-perfect Halloween experiences as a lad, but it’s been my goal for most of the last 15 years or so to create my own, perfect attire — or as close as I can get.
Bad flashbacks remind me of the rancid green makeup my mother applied to my face, then attached a plastic, inflatable green head of some alien beast atop my skull and tied it down with some itchy, plastic straps below my chin. I guess my face was supposed to become this “thing’s” neck.
That and the time she put petroleum jelly in my hair to slick it back like a ’50s greaser were enough for me to take over the reigns of my Halloween regalia.
After much deliberation over finding a “couples” costume — including a couple of my ideas that were horribly un-PC that I won’t share here — I finally went back to an idea I’ve been wanting to try for a couple years: me as Stevie Nicks.
I’ve been a fan of this gypsy queen’s music since I was a tiny tot, back to the Fleetwood Mac days, and she has quite distinct looks, with the flowing peasant dresses, wild blond hair — and most importantly for me, a fluctuating waistline. My Stevie will be from her chubbier days.
So, my grand schemes don’t always come off without a hitch. A couple years back, I ordered a black, leather jacket online, in order to hack off the sleeves for a “Rocky Horror” costume I was working on. I figured leather ran small, so I ordered a 3X, which surprisingly was huge on me.
This year, finding a Stevie dress and crocheted shawl at the thrift marts wasn’t happening — much less my search for size 12 black, thick-heeled women’s boots for under 10 bucks.
Online I went, taking a chance that what got shipped to me would actually fit and would look enough like the Gold Dust Woman.
I’m convinced as of this writing that I might look more like a wacky Goth girl with a bad, blonde, crimped wig, but by party time, will anyone really care?
I asked around to some other people who will be attending the big Halloween soiree, and they’re still getting around to putting their costumes together. I’m just pleased that I didn’t go for one of those all-in-one bagged costumes that line the shelves of the Halloween shops, and tried to do it on my own.
I’d love to hear about the Halloween costume adventures of some River Benders, so drop me a note. And I will post my me as Stevie pics online next week.
Have a great and safe Halloween weekend, folks.
http://pleaseblogger.freedomblogging.com/2007/10/26/stand-back-for-my-halloween-duds/
October 26th, 2007 · Post a Comment · posted by cstulce
As many times as I’ve tried on ladies clothing at the Alton Goodwill, half the shoppers there must think I’m always auditioning for the drag show over at Bubby and Sissy’s — not the case here.
I don’t get any thrill from putting on second- or third-hand blouses and skirts either. Why the heck do they button on the opposite side, anyway?
If you do see me throwing a shawl or dress on over my man duds, I’m probably seeking out a costume — for Halloween or the sketch comedy stage.
Maybe I’m reacting from less-than-perfect Halloween experiences as a lad, but it’s been my goal for most of the last 15 years or so to create my own, perfect attire — or as close as I can get.
Bad flashbacks remind me of the rancid green makeup my mother applied to my face, then attached a plastic, inflatable green head of some alien beast atop my skull and tied it down with some itchy, plastic straps below my chin. I guess my face was supposed to become this “thing’s” neck.
That and the time she put petroleum jelly in my hair to slick it back like a ’50s greaser were enough for me to take over the reigns of my Halloween regalia.
After much deliberation over finding a “couples” costume — including a couple of my ideas that were horribly un-PC that I won’t share here — I finally went back to an idea I’ve been wanting to try for a couple years: me as Stevie Nicks.
I’ve been a fan of this gypsy queen’s music since I was a tiny tot, back to the Fleetwood Mac days, and she has quite distinct looks, with the flowing peasant dresses, wild blond hair — and most importantly for me, a fluctuating waistline. My Stevie will be from her chubbier days.
So, my grand schemes don’t always come off without a hitch. A couple years back, I ordered a black, leather jacket online, in order to hack off the sleeves for a “Rocky Horror” costume I was working on. I figured leather ran small, so I ordered a 3X, which surprisingly was huge on me.
This year, finding a Stevie dress and crocheted shawl at the thrift marts wasn’t happening — much less my search for size 12 black, thick-heeled women’s boots for under 10 bucks.
Online I went, taking a chance that what got shipped to me would actually fit and would look enough like the Gold Dust Woman.
I’m convinced as of this writing that I might look more like a wacky Goth girl with a bad, blonde, crimped wig, but by party time, will anyone really care?
I asked around to some other people who will be attending the big Halloween soiree, and they’re still getting around to putting their costumes together. I’m just pleased that I didn’t go for one of those all-in-one bagged costumes that line the shelves of the Halloween shops, and tried to do it on my own.
I’d love to hear about the Halloween costume adventures of some River Benders, so drop me a note. And I will post my me as Stevie pics online next week.
Have a great and safe Halloween weekend, folks.
http://pleaseblogger.freedomblogging.com/2007/10/26/stand-back-for-my-halloween-duds/