Hallowe'en costumes for teenage girls.

OH, MY GOSH! Warri, send all of them that you can to my front door! Especially after Halloween, in the month of January! Damn me, I can hardly wait! imp
 

To change the subject slightly, we don't wait for door knockers on Halloween. The neighbors and us sit out in our driveways and give out treats there. It's easier than getting up, going to door, back to TV just as next group rings bell. We stay out there until around 9 or so or until the street is quiet again.
 
I used to dress up and sit very still on the porch in an old wicker rocking chair. When someone came up on the porch I'd lurch to life, scaring the pickles out of them ...
 
Pics might be too controversial as I plan to be in a skintight bathing suit if the weather permits...
 
But you wouldn't find them too upsetting if you are into that sort of thing, as I plan to be waxed all over and shave my pits...
 
The Halloween I was a freshman in high school (and beginning to be "embarrassed" by anything my parents did....like show up, speak or, in general, exist....), my dad dressed up like a caveman. He had a loincloth made out of an old fur coat, a fright wig, ugly mask, big plastic hands and feet and a big plastic club. He hid in the bushes and whenever a kid would come down the driveway, he's jump out and make noises.

We were just on the cusp of giving up trick-or-treating but still liked to dress up and go around the neighborhoods to our friend's houses and it was all over school the next day what my dad had done. Everyone in the world EXCEPT ME thought it was a hoot. Me, I wanted the earth to open up and swallow me.

I'd give anything in the world to have my zany and wonderful dad back with me for just one hour.
 
Fortunate that my kid is special needs enough that she doesn't go way rebellious. But basically I help her choose clothes and costumes...something too tight or too showy and I joke " You have the rest of your life to show off your goodies, you're not doing it now". But I am serious, leaving something to the imagination is much more imaginative.
 
I remember three years in a row my daughter and her friends wanted to be "punk rockers" for Halloween. I found out that egg white made great sculpting gel for hair - you can spike the heck out of it and it will stay up all night. And then it washes out great with no damage to the hair.

I was the Bride of Frankenstein one year and ratted my below-shoulder length hair into a towering Marge Simpson-like do. It took a whole can of hairspray to make it stay up and two days to get it down. I had to lay in the bathtub with my hair in the water, pouring conditioner onto it and gently combing it out. Lost some hair that year. Not to mention that I used surgical adhesive (one of the advantages to working at a hospital is access to things other people can't find) to glue the bolts onto my neck and I looked like I had been hickyed by an octopus afterward.
 
Hubby and I have been invited to a costume party and contest. The costume has to be original, timely, and scary.

In light of the Iran nuke deal, I'm going as a barrel of toxic waste.
 

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