Before I begin, I just wanted to tell those bloggers that I visit that I’m sorry if I’m MIA in the comment dept lately. I’ve had a crazy end to the week! I’ll come by once the weekend hits! promise!
In honor of flashback friday, I thought I’d tell you little tid bits about my Halloweens as a kid. This may end up being a boring post, but I was so busy chasing five year olds with a spatula at my cooking lessons that I really shut off the creative part of my brain.
please don’t stop reading.
So I’ll first say that my mom was super creative and artistic. So Halloween was a great opportunity to live create a fu project around my Halloween costume.
Take exhibit A: My Halloween costume from third grade wa pipi longstocking. I thought that at the time it was pretty orginal and my mom took apart a wire hanger and made it to fit the shape of my head. Tada! radio-active braids!
I got lots of extra candy for that one. I remember some guy at one house saying, “Come look hun, this kid’s hair actually sticks out!”.
It was cool but many little kids were smacked in the face after I turned around. To bad for them.
Exhibit B: I think this was sixth grade where I was a gypsy. My mom was a gypsy when she was young. But my mom was raised in Israel where the equivalent of Halloween is this Jewish holiday called “purim” where people dress up and get drunk. Yes, its actually mandatory as part of the holiday. Oddly enough, this has yet to turn into a slut dressing fest. Anyhow, I had my BFF’s mom who is a pro make-up artist do my make-up.
I found random “old-lady” scarves at the thrift store with my mom and a good looking 11 year old gypsy was born. At eleven, I may have not had breasts (dont think I have much of those now) but I was hot.
Exhibit C: I’m pretty sure this was fifth grade? I wasn’t something super creative. I admit, I was in a “clique” in elementary school and “we” decided to be butterflies. I thought it was lame, but it would be fifth grade social suicide to not join in. But once again, my BFF’s mom stepped in and beautified my best friend and I. When the other girls saw our faces, their jaw dropped. They looked like butterflies from a face-painting station at a carnival and we looked like butterflies from the editorial pages of Elle.
Exhibit D: Fast forward to me at 21. I was fresh out of my impatient treatment (three weeks to be exact) and decided on being a caesar salad. I wore a roman inspired ella moss dress, a wreath, with a caesar salad bag glued to my back. I thought it was clever. Needless to say, we went to a pretty weird house party where a 37 year old dud asked if my roommate and I were over 18. She looked disgusted, and I just kind of wanted to say yes to shoo him away.
And finally, I just wanted to show you what the schtick my dog and my dad did on that Halloween when I was pipi longstocking. I don’t know what they were, but they creeped everyone out. Except my dog, milli. She was just cute.