{"id":7187,"date":"2007-10-31T08:37:37","date_gmt":"2007-10-31T12:37:37","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/?p=7187"},"modified":"2022-10-13T21:57:36","modified_gmt":"2022-10-14T01:57:36","slug":"costumes","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/?p=7187","title":{"rendered":"Costumes!"},"content":{"rendered":"

This is an old post. But it’s a gift that just keeps on giving.<\/p>\n

Okay. So Halloween. My Halloween costumes through the years.<\/p>\n

Here’s a photo of my brother and me. I am a bunny rabbit. He, obviously, is a clown. The height of his hat is taller than his actual body. My mom made both of those costumes.<\/p>\n

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Here I am as a flapper. This is during my junior high years, my Eight is Enough pariah<\/a> years. My best friend and I were obsessed with the 1920s. We loved flappers. We had seen Bugsy Malone<\/i>. We were HOOKED. So we dressed up as flappers. Sadly, though, the neighborhood mothers, opening the doors to trick-or-treaters – all assumed that we were hookers. I don’t know. I think it’s PERFECTLY obvious that I am a flapper!!! This was my last year trick-or-treating.<\/p>\n

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\nNow we move on to college, when it becomes cool to dress up again. Here I am at a party with my college boyfriend. I was a blind mute French beggar. The sign around my neck says “J’ai faime!”<\/p>\n

My boyfriend didn’t wear a costume. JUST KIDDING.<\/p>\n

He dressed up as a nerd.<\/p>\n

Here we are at the start of the party, costumes intact, the illusion complete.<\/p>\n

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\nAnd here we are a couple hours and many underage beers later.<\/p>\n

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\nCostumes not so pristine now. I love that picture.<\/p>\n

At that same party – my friends Jackie and Mitchell dressed up as Jackie’s grandparents – who were FAMOUS to all of us. Chester and Millie. It was like one word. Chester and Millie, Chester and Millie. They died within days of one another. Truly devoted to each other. Anyway, as a tribute – Jackie and Mitchell dressed up (or should I say channeled) Millie and Chester. Here they are.<\/p>\n

This is one of my favorite pictures of all time. Look at Mitchell’s EYES! He is completely in character. I am also particularly amused by Jackie’s mouth. Like: what is Millie saying to Chester? Is she calming him down? I hope so, cause he looks a little worried.<\/p>\n

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\nA year later, Mitchell and I joined forces and dressed up as Andy Warhol and Edie Sedgwick. Again, the expression on Mitchell’s face in this photo KILLS me. He looks so bored, so arrogant, so OVER it.<\/p>\n

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\nA couple years after that – while we were living in Chicago – Mitchell and I got invited to a Halloween party. The whole Woody Allen-Soon Yi thing had just exploded, so we dressed up as Woody Allen and Mia Farrow. Please note that:<\/p>\n

1. Mitchell is carrying Crime and Punishment<\/i>
\n2. He is using photos of Geisha girls as a bookmark<\/p>\n

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\nA couple years ago, I was invited to a Halloween party where we had to dress up as someone who was actually dead. A person from history, what have you.<\/p>\n

I am going to hell. I have written “Helter Skelter” all over my arms and legs with red marker.<\/p>\n

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\nHere’s the side view of my pregnant belly as I dance with Jackie Kennedy and Mrs. Al Capone. God forgive me. More hellatious fires licking at my heels.<\/p>\n

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I think my favorite costume I ever came up with, though, was when I was Squeaky Fromme. I don’t have any pictures of it. I was living in San Francisco at the time. But I thought that was my funnest costume ever.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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