As a dress-up devotee, this is the most wonderful time of the year for me. Though I will confess: I haven't actually been waiting for culturally-sanctioned holidays to indulge in disguises. Here's a taste of the random costumes I've donned over the summer...
I'm Audrey Horne and I get what I want.
In June, Quincy and I attended a David Lynch-themed birthday party at Tacocracy.
I will readily confess that I've only ever watched the pilot of Twin Peaks, but I did not let my lack of Lynchian experience slow me down. A half hour of rigorous googling, and I chose Audrey Horne to impersonate.
That's right, I rocked the mock. Also, a fake mole.
Not bad, eh? I actually found a brunette wig but, after hacking at it with kitchen scissors, decided my own hair looked more convincing than a mangled plastic wig. The top and shoes were thrifted the day of the party, and will always have a special place in my heart for the St. Vincent de Paul in Newport, Kentucky, for having the perfect wool skirt just waiting for me.
Quincy was the one-armed man. I thought it was pretty good for something he put together in the car outside of the party.
The one leading to the many is Laura Palmer. Laura is the one.
Anyway, back to me!
Unlike Twin Peaks, I have seen The Big Lebowski several times and love it. I snagged this green robe-looking-jacket at NVision for a song and wore a low-cut, push-up bathing suit underneath.
It just now occurred to me how hilarious it is that this guy is wearing a pager. Just now.
Speaking of photo ops, I have several ideas for this Halloween, but I have yet to commit to one... Stay tuned!