I am dressed as Marie Antoinette, c1785. Three-foot powdered wig, complete with a birdcage (and mechanical birds). Three-foot panniers on each hip, and my overskirt is festooned with ribbons of the finest silk (20 nuns went blind making this skirt). My corset-heeled slippers have actual diamonds inset in them! And of course, I am carrying a cunning Little Bo-Peep shepherdess crook, with a large bow on it.
How are YOU all dressed today?
I have a tan braided leather headband and a black pullover shirt with a natural sheepskin vest. A wide black leather shoulder strap for my quiver of arrows and a bow slung over my shoulder. Brown leather breeches and a swordbelt with knee high moccasins made from waterbuffalo. Sorry, my Tom Bambadil outfit is at the cleaners.
later, Tom.
I’m lounging in front of my computer monitor wearing full hockey goaltender regalia, including pads and chest protector, three pairs of stockings, and a cup. Brown[sub]tm[/sub] equipment, including catching and blocking gloves (makes it hard to type) and leg pads and a Cooper[sub]tm[/sub] mask. The CCM[sub]tm[/sub] skates are in the corner of the room, however, because Mrs. Chalupa hates it when I wear them in the house (cuts up the carpet). Victoriaville[sub]tm[/sub] stick is leaning up against the desk.
Thank goodness it’s my day off.
just washed my hands, and can’t do a thing with em.
later, Tom.
Diaper? Check.
Propeller beanie? Check.
Flippers and Snorkle? Damn.
Think Jeff Goldblum in “Buckaroo Bonsai” here. Cowboy hat, red shirt, dark jeans, boots, and big, fluffy, white sheepskin chaps.
well-worn jeans. I love them.
black turtleneck.
black leather belt
black shoes and socks
I could be buried in this. so damn comfy.
That or these jeans and a white t-shirt.
Tibs.
I’m dresses as Lucy Liu in her black leather Charlie’s Angels corporate dominatrix chick, complete with skirt, 4" heels, and riding crop.
I have on a black wig with the hair down to my butt, pulled back in a severe bun.
I have on my Victoria’s Secret water-filled Miracle Bra to give me some oomph.
You will call me "Ma’am; as in ‘Yes, Ma’am’ and ‘No, Ma’am’ ".
When I want your opinion, I’ll give it you. Now, come over here and polish my shoes…with your tounge.
or (decisions, decisions!)
I have on my buckskin pants and shirt (which is decorated with intricate Indian beadwork), with a charming Stetson to shield my delicate face from the sun. My hair, bleached and blonde from the sun, is braided into 2 braids, reaching to my mid-back.
My feet are clad in boots, with leather that is worn and comfortable. My horse, a Peruvian Paso, has an Australian saddle, with saddlebags full of provisions, a hunting rifle at the side and a sleeping bag & tent on the rear.
Saddle 'em up, boys!
I’m wearing the gray suit that Cary Grant wore in North-by-Northwest. That suit went from Manhattan, to Glen Cove (got covered in bourbon), to Grand Central Station, onto the Twentieth Century Limited, to the closet of Eva Marie Saint’s sleeper, to Eva Marie Saint’s overnight bag while Cary dressed like a porter, to a field in the middle of Indiana (almost got ripped to shreds by a crop duster), back to Chicago in a stolen truck, then to Rapid City, South Dakota and only needed a “sponge and press” (it took the valet 20 mintues). Now that’s a suit.
I’m in my birthday suit.
compleeeeeeeeeeeeetely nekkid!
Howdya like that 
Lets see…
Plaid pants? Check
Baggy knit sweater? Check
Well worn moccasins? Check
Plastic antlers? Check
Hey, remember when Elkman was ready for the day?
The old, holey (and holy) pre-preshrunk 501s my wife wants to do away with (some of you who are old enough will remember sitting in a bathtub with your 501s on), my holey (and holy) whitey-tightys on under them, and that oil-stained t-shirt I got the night I actually saw Buddy Guy at Buddy Guy’s in Chi. Old, smelly, comfy socks and old, smelly, comfy tennis shoes. Ball cap with the one-eyed dalmatian smoking a cigar is optional depending on hair-quality for the day.
Red, floor length mideval princess dress. Jeans with ribbons on the cuffs. Bare feet. Flower hair piece.
OR
Hoodie and ugly flannel pj pants.
In honor of the opening of “The Sound Of Music” at the Des Moines Civic Center (starring Barry “Greg Brady” Williams as Captain Von Trapp), I am in a blue dirndl and poofy white blouse, with my hair in braids and ribbons, and a sprig of edelweiss over my left breast. And white tights with black mary janes, of course.
It was either that or the lonely goatherd outfit, since all my nun’s habit is at the cleaners.
Joe Boxers with Canadian flag on 'em
Yep, that’s it!
I’m in my usual: jock strap and a pith helmet. 
I’m wearing the all black Dread Pirate Roberts outfit that Westley had on when saving buttercup from Fezzini. Sword and all.
RenFaire wench - off-the-shoulder chemise, long skirt tucked into waistband, body-hugging bodice (tightly laced), flowers-and-hanging-ribbon circlet. Bare feet.
Black silk pajamas, several strands of pearls, hair in an upsweep, false eyelashes and ruby red lipstick. Pass me a bon-bon, please.
Batman mask & Utility Belt. Nothing else