I’m going as The Swedish Chef (from The Muppet Show). One of my dubious talents is a perfect impression of his voice.
“Bork! Bork! Bork!” 
I’m wearing my long silver gown, with accompanying glitter hair spray and silver face paint, and my wings if I can fix them. They’re currently doing some weird twisty thing when I try to put them on. I’ll be a fairy with the wings, and some weird chick in a silver dress without them. The gown is a bit of a problem. I confessed to a friend that I couldn’t wear a bra under it because of the neckline. True to form, he said, “And is this a problem?”
Big Bad Voodoo Lou, are you going to take pictures? I hope so, since that sounds like it could be a good look for you.
I’m going as Hugh Hefner. Black silk pajamas, slippers, red velvety bathrobe, pipe, and a medicine bottle of “Viagra.” And I might just hit on everyone at the party!
I mean, sure, maybe I’ll be 4’11" redheaded female Hugh Hefner…but tonight, it’s his spirit of hedonism I aim to capture 
A really bad, handmade version of Yuna’s Songstress outfit from FFX-2. Unfortunately, by the time I saw the problems with it, I’d done too much work to turn back 
I can almost convince myself that it’s alright…and then I look in the mirror again.
Bah, and I have a costume party tonight, so I’m stuck with it.
wibble I’ve been planning this for two years, and this is how it turns out…
I’m going as the Devil. My husband is going as Jesus.
What can I say – immortality makes for stange bedfellows (literally, in our case).
On Thursday, our firm just banned Friday casual dress day. The employees are plenty pissed off.
However, they are having their annual Halloween costume contest Monday.
So - Monday I will be wearing a ghost mask, tshirt, ripped jeans and sneakers. I am going as The Ghost Of Friday’s Past.
(I think I will win hands down as the pissed-off employees will love the chance to make a statement. My only fear is that instead of getting the $100 cash prize for first place, I will get a severence check instead.)
Ford Prefect. Even making the Guide, complete with glowing “DON’T PANIC” on the back.
I went to our canoe club’s halloween dance last night. I coach a 22 person women’s crew, so I went as a pirate captain. (I had the jacket from work, had a sword/machette which my father brought back from El Salvador as a souviner, and bought a tri-corner hat for $9.00 at a second hand store.)
I’ll be wearing a quickly made Dorothy dress, and ruby slippers. Attached to me with five foot rods will be three home-made mannequins dressed as the Scarecrow, Cowardly Lion, and the Tin Man. If things work properly, we’ll all move in sync,
Dorothy- some gingham, an old sheet, glitter, cello wrap. A friend will help me with the make up and putting my hair in the proper ponytails. I’ll also be shaving my goatee and most of my legs.
Scarecrow- Hat made of felt, mask made from an old sheet and fabric markers, an old shirt with straw coming out of it, thin work gloves, thick camping socks.
Lion-a pair of furry slippers with plastic claws, yards of animal fabric that was 70% off, gloves, ears from a stuffed animal, a mane of phoenix color feather boa yarn, the lining from an old jacket, fabric markers.
Tin Man-much silver lame, gloves, duct tape high lights, silver marker, silver fabric paint, funnel, disposable aluminum bakeware.
NOTE- I feel the need to point out that I am heterosexual. While being gay is nothing to be ashamed of, I am tormented by the fear that legions of gorgeous, wealthy, nymphomaniacs, have decided not to approach me and offer me riches and sexual ecstasy because they have mistakenly concluded that I am gay.
I’m also a little upset that none of the many gay men at the Henri David ball have ever decided that I’m gay (I’m wearing an elaborate costume and enthusiastically singing along to It’s Raining Men) and hit on me.
I’m in a bit of a quandary. I recently moved back into Rochester and got an invite to THE Halloween party on Friday. I went with my frien Steph, both of us in French Maid’s uniforms (the theme was “Hollywood.” The host was dessed as Oscar[sup]®[/sup]. While I was there, though everyone I spoke to explained what their costume would be on Saturday and Monday (and some people on Sunday, as well). I was barely able to scrape together one costume; three was something I’d never even considered.
Saturday, I went to the annual “Glam Slam” in my usual teddy and jeans with flared cuffs. Tomorrow, however, I got nothing. I’m going to have to see what I can put together out of what I have and what $8 can buy.
Well, I’m not exactly an adult, but…
I’m dressing up as Link. Link hat, green tunic, white pants, wooden sword. Unfortunately I don’t have anything I can use as a shield.
I’m still not happy with it, but here’s a picture of my costume , for those who aren’t familiar with the outfit.
Boy do I look evil in that pic. Later in the night, I poked my boyfriend’s eye out (It was a Jell-o shooter).
DocCathode, I am officially impressed. I’m glad I won’t be competing against you in my office’s costume contest, because you’d win for sure. 
I’ve seen so many great ideas in this thread. All of you are planning to post pics of your costumes, right?
Jayn, you’re being too hard on yourself. I just found a screenshot of Yuna in her songstress outfit, and I think you did a pretty good job. Copying outfits from fictional characters is always tough – remember, fabric doesn’t have to obey the laws of physics in animation. I happen to like your costume.
Thanks for the kind words. I’m not totally unhappy with it–I mean, I did wear it after all (and we voted on best costume–“the anime chick” won 
). But there are things which I wish I had done a bit differently on it, and there’s still a couple things I want to alter on it (pulling in the top mainly, it’s too loose). I’ve been telling all my friends that I’m a perfectionist at heart, I’m just too lazy to actually be perfect I’m happier with it than I was though.
I just got back from supper. One of my friends suggested I dress up as the man-faye next year.
Tell everybody that it was stolen by a Like Like. Ask if you can borrow a hundred rupees so that you can buy a new one.
Ladybug
Thank you, but I don’t know how well it will turn out. The heads and my Dorothy outfit still need a lot of work, and I don’t know how well the rod system will work.
Saoirse
Buy duct tape. That’s been the biggest cost for my costume. With duct tape, shoelaces, and some common household items, endless costumes are possible.
Adults hereabouts do not even acknowledge Halloween unless they have young children or are gay. I didn’t hear of even one party this week except one a neighbor mom threw to keep her kids and their friends off the streets.
That’s a great idea, but I made one out of cardboard, duct tape and paper colored with crayons. Looks cooler this way.
I am an English townswoman from about 1500 AD. I look good in it, good enough that me and Fierra got free passes to the RennFest because we were “so hot”. Fierra will either wear her RennFest costume like me, or be a Catholic schoolgirl with pleated tartan miniskirt and crop-top.
I’m going as a large order of fries.