Minutes before leaving for a big Halloween Dance Friday night, I teased this picture of my costume:
Now the last few years, I've been some variation of the Night Sky/the Milky Way (the stars, not the candy bar)/the Cosmos:
And I think it's safe to say that teaser picture above doesn't really look like an rendition of a starry night, unless that starry night has gone absolutely loco.
Nope, after 3 years of the Night Sky, I've moved to my next brilliant costume idea - Crazy Cat Lady:
Great idea, right?! I planned on wearing pajamas and a robe and having cats all over, but in my time crunch, I came up with only 3 cats (note the one in my big bag - totally borrowed it from a house of full of guys...which seemed weird to me that they had a stuffed kitty. But whatever). And none of the pjs and robes I found were doing it for me. And then - then this beautiful, soft, wool cape sweater caught my eye as I walked through the plus-size section of TJ Maxx. It's a 1x, and while I swear I can still wear a medium in regular women's sizes, I feel like I could wear that sweater/jacket out and have it no be too ridiculous. It's amazingly warm and so comfortable, so I just might...which is a scary thought that my halloween costume might soon become my normal daily wear.
But then I thought - I'm still kind of young. So I'll be the crazy cat lady who still goes out in society sometimes. I think it worked out just great, actually. And I had my big purse, so I also felt kind of like a bag lady, with 2 of my precious kitties stored in it.
Also, the glasses might have been the best part. I loved them. I want to wear them all the time. They perfectly highlighted my too-brightly rouged cheeks and sketchy eye makeup. And thanks to former roommate Melissa for teasing my hair so nicely - on one side. And for flattening it on one side of the back - it's the little details. The bows were another nice little detail.
At one point during the night, my hair started to flatten a bit, so my friend gave me a little head massage to give it some height and texture again - WIN-WIN! Except he lost, because his hand was sticky from hair product after that...
And the slippers on my feet? Leopard print. In my husky smoking voice, I claimed to any passers-by who cared to listen (so no one) that they were my first cat. When he died, I wanted to keep him close. So I made these slippers. And I always wear them. So he's always with me. A bit macabre? Perhaps. And yet, I'm wearing them right now, as I type this up. There's a little bit of truth in every good lie, I hear.
But guys, I rocked this outfit. Seriously. I looked so good. A Hot Mess was what Melissa called it - which must be good, because she said I was HOT. I had a lot of people complimenting me during the evening. Usually repeatedly - most people had to tell me a few times how great it was, because once just wasn't sufficient. And I got to do whatever I felt like all night, because it was part of the act - I WAS CRAZY! It was awesome.
So I took a lot of pictures, but many of them were not my pictures, so I don't have them. Which is too bad, because I wish I could share so many of them. But you'll have to deal with the ones I took with my own camera. And my cute orange tabby, Mr. Cotton, photo-bombed a lot of pictures. He's just so photogenic and such a ham. He had to be involved in everything.
Here's the collage from my pre-dance photo shoot:
Meaning of each picture's emotions, clockwise from top left: normal face; "HELLLLLLLLOOOOOO!!!"; cat lady sexy face; pensive, considering "what is a cat? An animal by any other name would shed as thick."
Roommates! So check this out: a giraffe, cat lady, and replacement referee walk in to a bar...
A brother from the Jackson 5, a 20's flapper girl, and a crazy lady and her cat.
The teeth was my favorite part of her costume.
These friends of mine came dressed as each other, with name tags so it could be a little more obvious. But they dress so alike everyday anyway that they could've just come as twins. Mr. Cotton liked them though, so we hung out with them for a bit)
By the end of the night, all 4 of us were completely tuckered out. Jimmy and Marie (below) were pretty tired all night and slept in my bag on the outskirts of the dance floor.
But Mr. Cotton was a dancing machine and stuck with me all night! He made lots of friends and was really well-mannered all night. He worked hard to show me that he can come out with me more often.
One of my friends commented how much she liked my costume, and I responded that it was really comfortable and I was really happy with it, and that I can't wait for this to be my life. Compassionately, she commented that since I saw the irony in the outfit and could have such fun with it, she didn't worry that I would actually end up as a crazy cat lady.
To which I countered, "Actually, this outfit may make me work harder to get there faster - this is seriously the best! I really am so excited to get to this phase of life!"
And then she gave up and walked away, realizing I was indeed a lost cause.
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