Halloweens of Yore

I have had some stellar costumes, most of which I have no pictures of, of course. You’ll have to take my word that they actually existed and that they KILLED.

There was the jawa costume the year Star Wars came out, complete with glowing red LED eyes. From across the street, with my tiny stature and the dark, I looked absolutely authentic. That was the only time I have ever had people call their entire family to the door to check out my get up while I trick or treated.

There was the year that I brought my mom a barbie dress a couple weeks before Halloween and she made an exact replica for me to wear. I was a Parisian barbie. Translation: I looked like a saloon girl, pretty much like a child hooker.

I had a most excellent troll costume one year in college. My hair was bright red and sprayed up into the identifying troll coif. I had to drive around with my sunroof open to accommodate the height.

Several years in elementary school, I went as a hobo, but I’m thinking that isn’t a pc costume these days. (Speaking of which, playing a charades game the other day with the kids, I put the word “hobo” into the bowl. I thought they would pantomime walking around with a bindle over their shoulder, like some kind of cartoon. Boy was I wrong. Much to my horror, Small got the card and promptly sat slumped against the wall like he was dazed and drugged. Not my finest parenting moment, but I swear to GOD, I never thought he would interpret it that way. Also…we have video.)

One year, I went as a “has been” and probably look startlingly similar to that costume on an everyday basis now.

The year Pulp Fiction came out, I was Uma. I actually still have that wig and every once in a while I can talk the kids into wearing it for five seconds while I howl with laughter.

If I had to pick my best costume EVER, it would be a toss-up between the jawa and this one. If I had to do it again, there would be a lot more “blood”.



Try to ignore what looks like a frat house movie set in the background.