I’ve always loved Hallowe’en and I’ve usually proudly made my own costume.
Back in the 80s, when Wacko was the coolest thing. I dressed as Michael Jackson. (Note to self: Do not “gel” your hair with Vaseline.)
Some that I made as a kid were stupid. e.g. I once dressed all in black and pinned a raccoon tail torn off a Davey Crockett hat to my butt to be a cat. Used one of my mom’s brown-looking lipsticks to draw whiskers on my face. I was probably the worst-dressed kid at school (at that includes those cheapo store-bought costumes that were just plastic masks and garbage bag plastic “costumes” with holes for your head and arms that just made you look like a trash bag.)
But I was proud, proud, proud of my costume! And I walked around on all fours with my butt in the air and was haughtily offended when people thought I was a raccoon.
Ah, but one of my favourite, and genuine successful costume concoctions:
I looked in my art supplies, and saw I had bits and pieces of stuff and a jug of grey poster paint . I rummaged through a cardboard recycling bin and found a big box, cut it, bent it, painted it grey and with a bit of black drew on the rows of masonry. Notched out the edges and I looked like a chunck of concrete block wall. With the dribs and drabs left of other acrylic paints, I added “graffitti” the most prominent onf the front and back being “Berlin Rocks!” “Berlin #1” (as well as less-prominent slogans like “Hitler only has one ball!”) Put on a turtle neck and ugly grey track pants and off I went. Total crafty-time invested: 45 minutes.
Went to a party and people would look at me, then beam as if they were brilliant when they figured out:
"Hey! You’re the Berlin wall!"
At the party I ran into two girls dressed as East and West Germany. (Walking carboard maps.) So we got our pictures taken together a lot with me in the middle.
Scary moment: Drunken folks started chanting “Tear down the wall! Tear down the wall!”
I was a success! pride I was clever! priiiide Truly brilliant was I! priiiiiiiide
Added bonus: It did not stain whiskers on my face for days like my mom’s lipstick had!
Share your costumed memories!
This year I’m a dog. I love making last-minute costumes. (Yup. Made the mask too! Yup it was slapped together the night before.)