To celebrate the release on Wed, Oct 28 of DISGUISES, my first title with Dreamspinner Press, I’m having a special costume contest.
We’ve all had our share of good and bad experiences with costumes. Share your most embarrassing or your coolest costume party story with us for a chance to win a copy of Disguises.
Leave a comment here to enter. If you link to a photo of the costume in question, I’ll give you 5 entries, otherwise just one per comment.
One prize to most embarrassing costume and one prize to coolest costume.
Enter by midnight (Eastern time) on Oct 31. I’ll choose the winners and post sometime on Sunday Nov 1.
To start things off, I’ll share the fact that when I was in the 5th grade I dressed up as a trash bag. I’ve never had much imagination about costumes and my mom was even worse! I wore black tights and one of those old black Hefty bags filled with paper so it looked like a full bag. Thankfully, no photos exist.
My coolest costume would be a tie between wearing a black vintage cocktail dress with huge hat and enormous faux pearl so I looked like a 30s film star.I was in college at the time and I wore this to a party my sorority had with some fraternity. Somewhere I have a photo of me and some guy “water-skiing” on a table. I’ll try and find it to share.
The other cool costume was when my boyfriend and I both wore black suits and dark glasses and went as Men in Black. I wanted a plastic gun and honestly it was nearly impossible to find! It’s easier to buy a real gun than to find a toy gun. I ended up with some Star Wars thing. Anywaym we both looked pretty cool and got a lot of compliments on our costumes.
Oddly enough, no good costume stories– I do recall one time I wanted to be ‘a little flower’–the idea I got was from an Arthur Rackham Print, you know, delicate fairy children, floaty, gauzy flowers? Yeah–I didn’t have the language to get this across to my step-mom. The results were… uhm, a big green faux-satin tube with a flower collar. It was pretty grotesque.
My best costume story was with my older kids when they were around four and six–approximately ten minutes before we were supposed to leave trick-or-treating, the cat barfed on my daughter’s princess dress. OMG–oh the pain! Or so I thought. There I was, having a motherly meltdown, when my kids calmly went into their well-stocked costume trunk and came out with a pooh-bear suit from another year. Not sexy, no–but as a mom I was so damned proud:-)
Amy– both are great stories. I’m shocked your kids figured out a solution. I’m not sure when I was 6 I would have been happy with an old costume.
Thanks for sharing with us!
I’ve sewn since I was 13 and my favorite costume was Maid Marion, which I made from yellow cotton with lots of ribbons and a cone hat with yellow satin and white lace. It was a thing of beauty — I made my husband be Robin Hood with green tights.
My junior year in college, I was Robin Hood in tights, and I made a bow and arrow from wood; I shot the guy I liked in the butt with it accidently on purpose and we went out for almost a year before breaking up…