I had to keep it simple since I’m working, so I got me a shroud and some makeup and I am currently a mouldering corpse. Minus the smell.
What are you?
I mentioned this in the MMP, here it is…
“Today, in a break from my typical anti-halloweenishness, I have dressed as one of my drivers. Teri is a cancer survivor - been in and out of chemo three times. Really nice lady, we have a great relationship. Friday she dared me to dress as her today, so if you were to wander in you’d find me in baggy jeans, an “I’m the Bus Driver” t-shirt, a hooded sweatshirt, and a navy blue bandana with my sunglasses perched on top.”
I’m not big on dressing up – but I did top my usual work attire (skirt, turtleneck, sweater) with a tiara.
I’m in my pajamas and bathrobe.
But on Mondays I’m always in my pajamas and bathrobe. I love telecommuting.
Tonight, however, I’ll be dead. Actually more Bride of Frankenstein, but without the 'fro.
I went to work in BDUs. 'Course, I always do. Probably not going to dress up tonight.
The Innocent Schoolgirl is going to work in drag. I got up 15 minutes earlier to help her “strap down” with Ace bandages. She’s wearing one of my Hawaiian shirts, too.
I dressed up like an important and respectable Engineer.
As always, I hope I’m not found out for what I really am. But maybe I’ll get candy.
I dressed like a corporate nerd. Dark corduroy pants, maroon knit shirt, black shoes.
Oh, wait. I am a corporate nerd. Crap.
I was Anne Boleyn, and my hubby dressed as King Henry VIII. We filled a pillowcase with foam heads, and wrote on it: “Heads of Previous Wives.” (Not exactly historically accurate, but hey, we’re having fun.)
I usually dress in black and wear vampire teeth to work on Halloween, but I’ve lost one of my fangs, so today I’m wearing one of these - top photo, the purple one at the lower right. It’s called a Moth mask, but if anyone asks I’m going to say I’m Peaseblossom.
A dork . . . my regular all-black suit and shirt with my “scary eyes” vest.
I’m in normal work clothes.
I put this in IMHO, but here goes:
I am wearing my black sweatshirt to which about 15 years ago I sewed orange triangle eyes, nose and smiley mouth. Sort of a reverse jack o’ lantern.
It’s lasted 15 years because it’s worn once a year for about 10 hours.
Husband went to work as a CFO for a credit union–d’ya think anyone’ll guess it?
Parade at elementary school at 1300. Feast of high fructose corn syrup, maltose and stabilizers to follow…
Goth bellydancer. Truth in advertising. Lots of black and lots of my jangly sparkly dance stuff. I’m trying to decide if I should take my nice wool cloak or wear my black velvet coat.
On Saturday I was a pre-sinking Decadent Age Numenorean. I thought about doing post-sinking, but I couldn’t be bothered with the makeup.
I’m a Faerie. Wanna see?
I am not dressed up today, just a sweater & slacks. I may dress up tonight though, as we do get kids in our neighborhood. Or not.
Sorry for the double-post, but that’s so cute! I love it.
Nothing special today, but tonight cavelady and I will take on the guises of Zoe and Wash (respectively) from Firefly and Serenity, in order to participate in a costume contest at a screening of Serenity at the Alamo Drafthouse South.
We went to a wedding with a costume reception Saturday night. We dressed as Schoolgirl and Professor.
Today, however, I’m dressed like an American. It’s very subtle, you see; I always look just like one of them, even though I’m not.
The kids are a Knight and a Pumpkin.
Iris and I were the wedding the Ginger went to. We dressed as Indiana Jones and Marion. So today I decided to reuse the costume at work. It’s amazing that you can walk around a federal building with a bullwhip on your hip, a bank, and the street and no one even bats an eye.
Neither my wife nor myself did any dressing up this year. Our unborn child, however…
