I have a daughter and a son. I wanted us to dress up as The Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy. It would have worked really well and kids would know who we were. But now my daughter wants to be Cleopatra, so I’m not sure if it’s going to happen or not. I still might go as Grim.
I’m going as Dangermouse, white hoodie with homemade ears, DM patch and red and yellow belt.
Ardred’s going as Optimus Prime (card board boxes and tons of spray paint).
Yes, his costume transforms from semi truck to robot overlord.
The party we’re attending has a “saturday morning cartoons” theme.
I didn’t have enough money for an entire costume this year, so it was either bunny ears or red horns.
Plus the bow tie and tail.
So I am red this year.
So tempting to wear it Halloween morning at church.
I’m not quite sure what I’ll be doing. Tomorrow night a friend is having a “dress up like your favorite rock star” party, and I’m going as Shirley Manson because the hostess is dressing up as Bjork, and Robert Smith from the Cure is just too difficult a task and too tough on my hair.
Saturday night, I’ve got a halloween party. I may be a walking stereotype and dress kinda gothy [I’ve got goth tendencies, so this isn’t any more fun than dressing up to go out to a club or a regular party], or I may have the boyfriend make me dead for the night. I haven’t decided which will be easier.
If your friend is going to be Bjork, why not go for Thom Yorke? Just muss your hair, use some makeup to mess up your left eye like so, wear a black sweater, and you’ll be all set to perform the SelmaSongs duet. Plus it gives you an excuse to go off on barely-intelligible rants about government and corporate corruption. That is, if you’re so inclined.
My almost two year old daughter is going as a tiger.
After we get home I will spend the rest of the afternoon literally taking lots of candy from a baby. 
We are having a costume contest at noon tomorrow at work. Shortly before noon, I will sneak off to the restroom and dress:
Dark blue sport coat, white shirt, red tie.
Then I put on my new rubber Bush mask.
Pull out my mock up book of “The Pet Goat”.
I will then go to the conference room, sit in the corner, not say a word and stare off into space.
Seriously.
I wonder how the Bush fans (minority at work) are going to react. Will follow up in this thread tomorrow to let you know how it went.
I’m going as a Catholic schoolgirl. I found a blue plaid skirt at Value Village along with a blue cardigan that reads “Sacred Heart of Mary School” and knee-high socks. I already have a white shirt so with the blonde wig I’m pretty much set. I just have to decide whether to shave my chest before I go.
War, a la Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett’s personification in Good Omens.
Red knee-high boots; black slacks; white ketchup-spattered shirt; red jacket; RED lipstick; red fedora. (I am a war correspondent, after all. And I think war correspondents are required by law to wear fedoras.) Also a hotass sword to stick in my belt loop, with the hilt spray-painted – you guessed it – red.
Rumors of the impending apocalypse have been greatly exaggerated.
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I wish they had parties like that around here, I might be motivated enough to get a costume together.
I’ll be Wolverine. I already have the hair and attitude, I just need the claws- which I got made to spec for a dollar here, then jiggerey-pokered a grip. Since it 30C outside, this’ll be the jeans-and-a t-shirt Logan rather than anything involving leather.
The wife is going as Rogue.
correction:
Scratch the caveman costume. Now it is:
Crimson satin robe
Red Devil-head mask with long black hair and long black beard
Red Sox cap
Johnny Demon
I am a ladybug, and apparently the only person who cared enough to dress in costume at work 
I made the “shell” out of red posterboard with black posterboard spots, tied handily around my neck with some yarn. My antenna I made out of a headband, pipecleaners, and yarn for the, um, deelyboppers at the top. I covered the pipecleaners with black duct tape to give it more stability. The rest of the costume consists of a black sweatshirt and black jeans, with two more arms (made out of black knee high socks stuffed with plastic grocery bags) attached at a little higher than hip level.
Now I’m running around calling everyone at work old because they didn’t dress up.
As I type this, I am wearing Michaela’s Halloween costume at my workstation. She will be a witch. Out of respect for the costume, I have decided to not try the dress. What I AM wearing is a faux-velour cape, trimmed with faux fur, in basic black. The fur trim is enhanced with strands of silvery tinsel (I suppose the intended effect is to suggest that the animal that provided the fur was of an advanced age). The collar of the cape is made of a puffy batting, covered with glittery black-and-silver fabric. The hem of the cape barely conceals my gluteals.
For the rest of my ensemble, I am wearing charcoal-grey slacks, a gunmetal grey long-sleeved shirt, and black running shoes with Velcro[sup]TM[/sup] straps.
Atop my head I am wearing a long black Gypsy-princess wig, topped with your standard pointy witch’s hat (it is sized for the head of an eight-year old girl, BTW, rather than a forty-eight-year old man, and I am without bobby pins, so the hat is perched somewhat precariously).
I have hopes of getting at least an Honorable Mention (most pathetic attempt) at today’s workplace costume competition. Wish me luck, and I will report back with the good news and the bad (warts and all, so to speak) after the judging.
Also, I just noticed that the hat is trimmed similarly to the cape, where the crown meets the brim.
My SO and I will be turning our pockets out, carrying around our empty wallets and begging for change, as we go to a Halloween party as new homeowners. We close today.
Is this Lust?Go to pic. 48 of 61.
And this is why we should live in closer proximity.
Yup, that’s her. Pic 21 is also her, but in disguise (oh, how original, a cloak…)
Me, Elvis, but I can barely fit into the costume. Come to think of it, that makes it more Elvis-like.
If anyone needs ideas, go here (with lovely pics!):
Florida’s Electronic Touch-Screen Voting Machines
Arrested Protester
Nancy Reagan
Western Hostage in Iraq
The Littlest Prisoner at Abu Ghraib
Ralph Nader
Lyndie England
“Shoe Bomber” Richard Reid
Jenna Bush’s Liver