It’s hard to differentiate South Carolina from other Deep South states, although I suppose you could go as Strom Thurmond. If you want to put some creative work in you could be a really cute Cradle of Secession, though.
Make sure you dress them in Prairie Skirts; that, and throw on some Jesus Jammies.
Dress as a palmetto tree; and get a wire so that you can fix up a Damocles-style crescent moon.
I’m not very good at costumes and I can’t really think of anything that screams “Mississippi.” Maybe I could just stand on my left leg the whole time? Of course, if people were looking at me from behind, they might think I was Alabama.
As a resident of the Beaver state- I would clearly be dressing up as a naked lady. (Note- I am not a lady)
In honor of the OP, I would paint myself blue, representing the Atlantic Ocean, so I could [del]lap at[/del] I mean hug Green Bean’s shoreline.
Do I have to have crabs on my bottom?
Can I get a state waiver as I’m usually in a state of confusion?
Fretful–if you know that song, “Mississippi Mud”, you could just plaster yourself with mud…
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Abe Lincoln, but the beard would itch. Plus, I’m only 5’7".
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Al Capone–carry a violin case, wear a zoot suit and spats; smoke.
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Vecro lots of small fans to my clothes (Windy City) and wear massive shoulder pads (City of the Big Shoulders).
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Lose 50 pounds, wear some type of native dress and carry a big rock and go as Starved Rock. legend
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Dress as the Blues Brothers and pretend to like blues for a night.
My first thought. Or a can of Old Milwaukee beer.
I could go as Harry Truman (my birth state)
Or a Jayhawk (my college state)
Or… Mount Hood? A hippie? A duck or a beaver? Hmm…
What??? Are you forgetting Tammy Faye Baker? Her heyday occurred less than 2 hours from where you are. Big hard hair, fake eyelashes like tarantulas, whore makeup applied with a trowel? Remember to cry so the K-Mart eye makeup runs.
How about Myrtle Beach girl: tight belly shirt with a rude saying involving tits, tight shorts emblazoned with Myrtle Beach, flip flops, jewelry from Eagles or Wings, Banana Boat, and blue eyeshadow. Muffin top and henna tramp stamp optional.
If you’re considering menswear, there’s only one choice: blue seersucker suit and straw boater hat, mint julep in sterling cup optional but highly recommended. You shouldn’t have a problem getting one on King Street in Charleston if Granger Owings or Brittons are out.
[Lisa Simpson]Nevada makes my butt look big![/Lisa Simpson]
For New York, I’d dress as a Big Apple.
(Yes, that’s the city, not the whole state. This city contains almost half the state’s population and more than that share of its economic activity. Live with it, upstaters.)
You be Elwood and I’ll be Jake.
Otherwise there’s Chief Illiniwek, although that one would be difficult for me as a female.
Maybe I could do some sort of locomotive thing and be the Illinois Central RR.
Here’s my costume.
Whaddya mean, there’s more to California than San Francisco?
I could dress up like a peach or a peanut. Or a saltine cracker. Or a bowl of grits.
Wow, not much to choose from. Pigs, corn, soybeans, or some unholy GMO blend of all three, I suppose. Or I might wear pants that are too short and wait for another flood.
A foam dress, shaped like the state, turned sideways: so that the major part if the Gulf Coast is in the front and the lower part is in the rear, like a train. Add a very large magnolia collar.
Mississippi here.
For my present location NC, I’d paint my neck red, my heels with tar, and cover myself with cracker crumbs and kudzu. For my MA state of birth, I’d dress as a Boston baked bean.
I’m from NY so I guess I’d have to go with pants that were a patchwork, starting mostly green at the bottom and gradually turning mostly grey at the top, with a big skyscraper coming out of my crotch. My shirt would be mostly green with a few blue splotches and lines, and with lots of leaves.