But costumes are hard, y'all.
(And, before you roll your eyes, this won't be another rant about how Halloween costumes for adults are offensively trashy—though it could be. I actually have a lot of thoughts on that topic. I mean, "sexy elephant?" What the hell is that?)
I've never had a truly great costume as an adult. When you're a kid, every costume seems great. My best was Sesame Street's Ernie at the age of 3....and 4. When you have a costume as stellar as Ernie, you recycle. After that it was a series of fun—but not original—witches, clowns, and punk rockers. The latter was because my sister was that one year and I saw she got to put glitter in her hair.
I remember being jealous of my sister's suspenders. Then again, I got that sweet wig. |
Surprisingly, not Halloween, despite what we're wearing. Just thought I'd include, in case you wondered where my sister got those suspenders. |
My sister, crushing it with her Halloween costume. Me, deciding I just wanted to wear a soccer jersey. |
To be perfectly clear, I have no problem with Halloween. The problem is with me. I own that. I love seeing other people's clever costumes. I'm just never one of those people.
I don't want to be the party pooper who phones it in, but I also get overwhelmed at all the options and effort that goes into a great costume. Fortunately, my best friend, the Internet, is chock-full of ideas, listing everything from "31 Costumes Your Squad Can Rock This Halloween" to "Eco-Friendly Thrift Store Costume Ideas."
I decided to start with "Cheap Costumes" on Pinterest. But here's the thing about cheap costumes: They look like a helluva a lot of work.
Where's the list, "Top 10 Costumes for the Girl Who Appreciates Creativity and Wants to Play Along but is Sort of 'Meh' on Effort"?
Sure, I could turn myself into this pants-less Rubik's Cube (unclear why she's not wearing pants), but I'd have to cut and paint boxes? And then assemble them and then wear them? I might as well just try to solve a real Rubik's Cube.
(Santy Gibson/Demand Media) |
If all else fails, I've told everyone my backup is "Myself on a Saturday Night if I Wasn't Invited to This Party." I'll wear sweatpants and a ponytail, carry a glass of wine, and text my sister.
Or, perhaps, I'll simply create half of the Rubik's Cube costume, tape a couple balloons to it and go as "The Girl Who Tried Her Best."
Happy Halloween.
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