Ghost of Halloweens Past. WooOOOoo...

I love Halloween!! I absolutely love dressing up. I've never been one to go out and buy a pre-made costume, so one of my favorite activities is searching around the house trying to find something that I can transform into a costume. Even when I was little, my mom made me a bunny and princess costume (those are 2 separate costumes. Not a bunny princess). I tried to find the adorable bunny one but failed. Nevertheless, here's the princess costume:

My mom MADE that entire thing!! I look like a miniature Renaissance man. Just keep looking. You'll see it. I also look a little bit like Michael Palin.

I have no idea where this is, but it seems worthy of being added to this Halloween post. This is my dad about 20 years ago. He looks exactly the same. Minus the high-waisted jeans and poofy Tom Hanks hair.

This is my brother as a pirate back in 1992. Totally rocking the high-tops. If only kids were that stylish these days... 

Last year, I went as a Maneater, Dana was a child standing in Time Out in the corner, and Jenn studied and made us dinner. It was wild.

This year, I decided to go as Dennis from the Mickey Mouse club. "Why Dennis?" you ask. I have short hair, so naturally I need to be a boy. The only hitch is that I have Minnie Mouse - not Mickey Mouse - ears. How do I fix that? Be Dennis. The Mickey Mouse Club member who ended up coming out years later. Done.  

These are fuzzily iPad photos. Once I get some real ones, I'll upload those. Look how confused poor Ducky is. 

While searching for these photos, I found some absolutely outrageous photos that I need to upload later.

Until then...
What are you going to be for Halloween? Do you buy your costume or make it yourself? 

(Like the emphasis I added there? Subtle)

Haircut and a brief feminist rant

Well, I did it. I hacked my hair off. And to top it off, bleached the heck out of it. Thankfully I have the queen of all hairdressers at my disposal so she kept me from looking like an idiot. Mostly. Save the expression on my face here.

I've wanted to cut my hair off for years, and finally doing it has wound up being a pretty interesting social experiment. Here's what I've noticed:

1. Most women think it's adorable.

2. Some men find it adorable. 

3. The men who don't find it adorable I've discovered to be the ones who like their women silent in the kitchen without any kind of independence or self-confidence.

4. Those same men are unbelievably rude and apparently think it's ok for them to say whatever pops into their pea brains.

5. My haircut has magically empowered me to tell those same men without any hesitation that they are unequivocally wrong about me looking like a boy.

Honestly? I'm proud of myself. 

I tend to take the path where I mutter things to myself, but don't actually tell anyone when they're being rude.

So if you feel like being a jerk, take it elsewhere. Because I simply won't stand for it. 

I just imagined myself saying that Marlene Dietrich, standing tall and proud in a hazy bar, smoking out of the side of my bright red lipsticked mouth.

But what's really important here?

Ducky obviously still doesn't give 2 figs about me. At least that hasn't changed.