As promised on Friday, in the un-spooky spirit of Halloween, I’d like to share some pictures of previous Halloween costumes. Not pictured is the Phantom of the Opera costume I wore in 4th grade or the scarecrow costume from 5th, when I walked around all day with a yardstick through the shoulders of an old plaid shirt with actual hay sticking out the sleeves. My mom dug these photos out for me at my request somewhere in the millions of albums she has from my childhood. I really wasn’t all that interesting, but okay.
Also, what you’re about to see should be completely embarrassing. Notice I said should be, meaning it isn’t. I’ve done my fair share of embarrassing things in my life, but none of it occurred when I was little and cute. Enjoy!
This is when I was 3, and I was a witch. I was very scary. In fact, I am giving my scariest face in this picture. Have you ever seen a more terrifying witch? I didn’t think so.
Here I am again. Scary witch! Someone should have told me that I was flying on the broom incorrectly, MOM. Parent fail. I’m pretty sure I was doing something awesome in this photo, like pretending I was flying. Also, please notice my bangs and turtleneck. Apparently nothing about me has changed in the intervening 22 years.
Good lord, I was cute. Here I am at 4, as Rainbow Brite. Rainbow Brite was like crack cocaine to me. I adored her. I worshipped her. And luckily, a classmate’s older sister had this costume laying around. This might be my favorite Halloween of all time.
Here I am at school in 1st grade as the tooth fairy. Do you see the styrofoam tooth hanging around my neck? My dad carved that himself. The cowgirl is my childhood best friend, Catie. Catie, if you are reading this, your costume rocked. Also, I have bangs in this picture and am wearing a turtleneck. Seriously. This is a reoccurring theme.
Here I am at 7 or 8, in probably the first photograph of me up to that point in my life where I am not wearing a turtleneck. I do, however, have bangs, but they are tucked under the wig my mother braided and stuck wire through to make curl up. In case you hadn’t guessed, I was Pippi Longstocking. My mom sewed those patches on. That woman isn’t my mom, that’s our neighbor, and for her sake I cropped her head out so she didn’t have to relive her amazing early 90s hair-do.
Shifting gears from the Halloween costumes, and continuing on with the bangs-and-turtlenecks theme…
Holy adorable. This is me at 2, with bangs and a mock turtleneck. It totally counts. I’m probably mid-sentence in this picture, so that explains the puckered expression on my face. It’s a safe bet to assume I was talking, since it’s all I did. All day, every day, and even in my sleep. If the internet had existed when I was a kid I would have had a blog.
This picture is from my About page. I’m 3 years old here, and I have bangs. I’m wearing a turtleneck, but no pants. I was, however, wearing sunglasses. Indoors. Interestingly, I could be found in this exact same get-up the last time I was super hungover.
This is me, age 6, wearing a Cosby sweater and a turtleneck and riding a bike indoors (?? great parenting skills). Check out my amazing feathered, side-swept bangs. This might have been right around the time I stole a piece of candy from the holiday candy bowl and hated it and spit it out directly into my hair, where it got stuck, so I cut it out with kitchen scissors and attempted to hide the evidence in the play kitchen pictured above. THIS IS WHY I NEEDED A SIBLING.
I would kill for that plaid suit jacket right now, you have no idea! And check out my little pose: hand on hip, foot arched up. Sassy since day 1. Please notice the bangs, all this talk leads nicely into…
Me with bangs, present day. Wearing a turtleneck. I might have put it on specifically for the purposes of this blog, but there was like, an 85% chance I would’ve worn one anyway. Also, I don’t know what happened to my blond hair, but if you’ve seen it, I’d like it back.
And here I am dressed as a lobster for a Halloween party I went to this weekend. Pardon the quality, this was taken on my phone to send to my mom. My claws are pot holders I strung through the back of my shirt like little kid mittens. And I hot-glued on big white pom-poms and googly eyes to an old red hat. Did you know they sell pipe-cleaners in individual color packs at the craft store? I didn’t either, but that pack of red came in handy for my antenna and feelers. I don’t even like lobsters, but I don’t really like Halloween either, so I think it all evens out somewhere. See that pumpkin hanging over the railing? That was Fitz’s costume, and he stayed in it all night. Even as he tried to furiously hump the other dog at the party. (Edit: hahaha oh my god, I just realized I’m wearing a turtleneck, too)
Happy Halloween everyone! I can’t believe tomorrow is November already. You can expect a new Tuesday Tunes tomorrow (crazy, right?).