I wanted to share with y’alls the Facebook pregnancy announcement I made because it was just too awesome not to share.
Any ideas for family Halloween costumes? We’re already in the planning stages.
Happy Halloween, Psychos!
Last year, I was overcome with sadness because wedding planning had taken over my life and sucked time away that should have been spent making a brand new Halloween costume. I was forced to reuse an older costume, but I vowed that I would get back into the spirit this year, and this woman keeps her Halloween vows.
Behold, my interpretation of Effie Trinket from The Hunger Games:
My awesome partner was Peeta Mellark from The Hunger Games:
For my costume, I bought the dress at a thrift store, I bought the amazing wig at a Halloween store (worth every penny), and my mom helped me sew the jacket so that I’d have appropriately shiny fabric and puffy sleeves. Indeed, those sleeves are stuffed with tissue paper. I got the flowers at the fabric store and pinned them into the wig, and pinned one on each shoe.
For the makeup, I actually used this old, bright pink blush because the color was perfect. It’s on my eyes, cheeks, and lips. I bought some tinsel eyelashes and cut them to look more shapely and dramatic.
For my partner’s costume, he bought the District 12 shirt online, and from what we can tell, it’s exactly like the one in the movie. Then he added some black workout pants and black shoes and his natural charm, and BOOM, you got some hunky dude whose warm arms smell just like freshly baked bread.
Bet you never knew there was a secret fling between the two, right? I mean, how else did Peeta actually make it through the games?!
Have fun this Halloween!!! How do you celebrate this fantastic holiday??
Guess what?! I just brought more crazy to Facebook! I wasn’t even sure that was possible, but I dream big. Liking Psychobabble on Facebook is like putting on a nice, snug straightjacket to give yourself a hug!
My photographer said that the 40s could be summed up with an “Oh, my!” and a skirt twirl.
…we’ll see if that comes through in the photos.
Basically, I was born in the wrong decade. My hips belong in the 40s and 50s and my feminist brain belongs in the 60s and 70s. And I think I lost my ovary in the Great War.
This is like the best picture ever. Brian’s inner child was squealing with joy like a greased pig who just outran Christmas dinner. That, and he looks damn sexy. Coolest part: there was no wind while this pic was taken. Whaaaat.
I look forward to the professional images, because if we look this amazing on my iphone, we’re going to look like frickin old movie stars and shit.
Best part for me: I think I ended up looking a lot like my grandma. Must unearth a picture of her for comparison.
Don’t forget, Psychos! Send me emails to tell me how you’re gonna turn my online wedding to Shirtless Ryan Gosling into a drunken love circus! I *just* found out he’s Canadian – what the what?! I didn’t know they made beefcakes that beefy. Deadline is March 31st.
I have zero energy today, and so this post isn’t really a post. It’s a nonpost, an anti-post, if you will (will you?). But I wanna post something, because I haven’t posted in a while. So here’s a post. Or not.
Brian and I are getting ready for another photo shoot this weekend – if the weather holds up, that is. I am sooper excited because it involves Brian flying us around in an airplane, me getting to be a ham in front of a camera, aaaaaaand dressing up. Like, in a costume.
We went and got said costumes last weekend and had a ton of fun trying them on, and I also did a trial run with my hairdo.
That’s right, bitches. This is gonna be rockin’.
Also, consider this a reminder for all y’all who want to be a part of the online wedding action to be had this spring and summer: I NEEDS THE EMAILS! Please email me a little description of how you’re gonna wow and amaze me performing your chosen role in my online wedding to Shirtless Ryan Gosling. Deadline is March 31st. I think. psychobabblepants at gmail dot com.
Also also, I am working on a real post. A funny one. When my body decides it no longer despises energy, I’ll throw it on up here. Bible.
Behold. I never miss an awesome opportunity to dress up and make a fool out of myself. These are my mom’s white pumps, my own leg warmers and tights, mini skirt and plus-sized pink shirt bought at a thrift store about 5 hours before this picture, that ring-doodle that my shirt is tied up with is fucking authentic – dates back to about 1988. And then those shades were the best find ever at the thrift store for $1 (which is like $.05 in 80s money).
I started the evening off right. White and red – I am an equal opportunity drinker. Except tequila. And gin. And whiskey. Well, I like wine at least.
Disco lights at the bowling alley. After a while, I didn’t know what decade I was in.
I am so glad I kept my crimping iron. I am also glad that it stopped smoking just enough for me to get these salon-quality results without the salon price.
EDIT: Holy shitsnacks, you guys, I just realized that this is my 100th post. I am glad it was a happy and fun one!
This past weekend, Brian and I followed tradition and hiked our way through (what was in 2007) the largest corn maze in the world!
This corn maze is grown and perfected every October, and if you’re ever in the vicinity of smalltown Dixon, California, I highly suggest you check it out.
This year it took us about an hour to get through, but that’s because there was pretty extensive wind damage and we were rerouted, bypassing a good chunk of maize maze…in years past, it’s taken us the better part of 2 hours to get through, and this is with a map, a compass, and water.
Did she say a map?
Why yes, that’s how crazy this maze is. I seriously doubt you’d be able to make it through without the map. Goodness knows I barely manage with the map.
This year, we went through during the day, but the real fun is to go through after dark. The corn is so high that any surrounding light from civilization is pretty well blocked out, and you need to bring your own light (red-filtered headlamps for us, because we’re badass like that). The best part about night-mazing it up is to be able to sneak ahead of your group, hide in the corn, and then scare the living crapnuggets out of them. Beware about scaring me, though, because I am always ready to impale zombies through their glazed eye sockets.
This year, we emerged triumphant, relatively unscathed, and picked out pumpkins to go home and carve.
To top off the weekend, Brian and I reprised our costumes as Queen of Hearts and Mad Hatter at my company Halloween party and we won second place!
Happy Halloween, everyone!!
Welcome to the second post chronicling the various Halloween costumes I have crafted and in which I have strutted about over the years. I don’t even care that that last sentence is really dense, so go back and read it again if you have to. That’s right, here on Psychobabble, I make you work. Or you can just skim. Whatever.
In case you missed it, slink on back to my first Halloween post to see the blogging debut of my peanut head I had as a toddler, as well as some kickass costumes brought to you by the 80s and 90s… and a dash of whoreish makeup.
This one time, at band camp… - When I first got to college, some random dude on my dorm floor told me I looked like ‘that band camp chick from the American Pie movies.’ I said, ‘Gee, thanks, drunk guy!’ and then I looked in the mirror and knew he was on [to] something…besides the drugs. That, my friends, was where I got the idea for that year’s Halloween costume.
I dyed my hair an awesome shade of red, I borrowed running shorts from my crazy runner roommate (because all runners are automatically crazy in my diagnostic book), and I ironed on the band camp letters to the shirt that I still wear to this day. Don’t worry, I made sure to wash off the recorder. Safety first.
Silly Caucasian girl likes to play with Samurai swords - When I was in college, there was no cooler badass chick in the movies than Uma Thurman in Kill Bill.
This is my version of The Bride’s yellow leather motorcycle suit. You know, the one where she wipes the floor with the Crazy 88. My mom and I searched for what felt like for-ev-er for that yellow jacket. I think we finally found it in a Forever 21, and it actually has “Italia” embroidered across the chest, and so we hid the letters with various patches we found at a local army surplus store, then we sewed on the black stripes. We searched in vain for yellow pants, and so my mom actually made these for me because she’s a rockstar. The shoes were mine, and the sword was plastic.
I dyed my hair blonde(r)…or as blonde as I could get it, short of bleaching it. I looooove playing around with makeup, and since I couldn’t bring myself to douse my new yellow jacket and pants with fake blood, I made sure my face looked as realistic as possible. This year, I won second place in a costume contest. The following year, I wore this same costume in the Netherlands during my study abroad program, and my makeup was realistic enough, and Halloween was foreign enough to my Dutch professor that he actually tried to get me to leave class and see a doctor until I shouted out “Happy Halloween!” His response: “Oh you silly Americans…”
At this point in the game of life, Brian
was forced joined in on the Halloween fun!
This is one doodle that can’t be undid, homeskillet - I was obsessed with the movie Juno when it came out. Diablo Cody, I wish I could pay you to script my life, and Ellen Page, your delivery was like Daria came to life for me.
Brian and I bought our shirts online, and they were the actual shirts the actors wore in the movie: Dancing Elk Condors for Brian, and Slinky for me. It’s fun for a boy or a girl! I dyed my hair brown (I think I like any excuse to dye my hair). We bought gold gym shorts and then my mom hemmed them up super short. I think the best challenge was figuring out how to make my pregnant belly. Believe it or not, under there is a Spiderman pillow held in place with and old tube top my mom had. Not shown are props of orange TicTacs for Brian and a jug of SunnyD for me.
Those girls with their fishnets and sexy nicknames - So my obsession with Ellen Page continued after I went to see the movie Whip It. Even though I wasn’t very recognized that year, I still had a blast dressing up as her roller derby character, Babe Ruthless.
What made this costume especially cool for me was that her roller derby team was called the Hurl Scouts, and I rocked the Girl Scouts for 11 awesome years. Their derby uniforms were sexy, modified versions of a scouting uniform. I found my dress in a department store and got real Girl Scout patches left over from when I was in scouts. Fun fact – the red 22 numbers are actually Boy Scout numbers, so I ordered those directly from the boys in charge. I wore green tights and my knee pads from when I played volleyball. My helmet looks super rad (not even close)…it’s my bike helmet made to look as round as possible with the yellow jammer star on the side.
Brian was an awesome version of Razor, the team coach, played by a Wilson brother. And, sadly, we both went sans skates because we didn’t want to seriously injure ourselves trying to get into character.
Off with their heads!! - This was the year Tim Burton’s Alice in Wonderland came out, and I created my own version of the Queen of Hearts.
I found a red and black bridesmaids dress with pit stains at a thrift store, and then I bought more black and white fabric. My mom helped me sew on the black side panels and then we ironed on the black and white hearts. We ironed stabilizer onto some white fabric and fashioned the stiff collar which we pinned to the shoulder straps of the dress. My mom made my crown by pinning felt around a plastic water bottle that had been cut in half.
Brian went as the Mad Hatter, and I fought him to be able to put makeup on his face. Such a good sport, this guy!!
I want you to help me catch a killer of women - Last year, I went as Lisbeth Salander, aka The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo.
Again, I dyed my hair, but this stuff was only spray on and wash off, because I only wanted to be a badass for one night. The best part about this costume was custom making the temporary tattoos. I bought temp tattoo paper online and printed out the two images I wanted – Lisbeth’s dragon and wasp. They came out perfectly if I do say so myself. After doing this I could totally understand why people get the real variety.
I bought fake piercings at a costume store and put them on my nose and ears. Holy crap did those things hurt!! And then I basically walked around that night punching people in the face.
So, I hope you enjoyed the chronicles of Melissa’s Halloween obsession.
I love Halloween. J’adore.
I mean, what other day can you dress up in a fab costume and become someone (or something) else and get rewarded for it by stealing candy from kids with minimal negative consequences?
No other day.
I love the art that is Halloween costuming. I’m a purist in that I don’t support the personal usage of entirely pre-packaged Halloween costumes. That’s too easy, that’s a sell out, plus who wants to pay $49.99 to wear a piece of tissue paper that barely covers one’s ass? Thanks to the fact that I grew up with an awesome, crafty mom who made my costumes and also freaking loves Halloween (up until the year she retired, she also dressed up for All Hallows Eve), my costumes have been original, creative, and epic.
My first H-costume was classic. Timeless. The Balloon-filled Pumpkin.
Looking back, this costume was brilliant because I was still getting the hang of this walking and running thing, and I was basically wearing a bright orange sack filled with balloons, so if I fell (which, my parents gleefully report, I did several times in the time it took to visit the 4 houses in our court), I simply bounced around on the pavement, unhurt but also unable to get up. And goodness forbid that one of those babies popped and scared the crap outta me, cuz the only logical explanation for a sound like that would be a warning shot fired by hooligans wanting to take my candy. Oh hells no.
A favorite costume from my years as a youngin was a fairy princess (I learned at a young age all about the fairy monarchy, and my plan was to come out on top). And by favorite, I mean that I wore it several years in a row. It was actually a leftover costume from dance class my mom put me in when I was 5 and all I did during performances was stand there and cry, so I figured I should get some mileage out of that otherwise wasted, yet totes fab, tulle.
Even though I’ve always lurved Halloween like a zombie lurves brains, I developed a more primal obsession for the ghostly holiday after I executed the most awesome costume in the history of fun-sized candy bars:
That’s me as Daria and my best friend as Jane, from the MTV cartoon show. This show was witty and sarcastic and smart, and it was ME. I loved this show so much, I wanted to lose my virginity to it.
My friend and I got way into these costumes and into character. We got the boots at a discount store, the wigs at a Halloween store, the green blazer was my mom’s, and pleated skirt I found in a thrift store, and the orangey shirt I just had and still wear to this day. We practiced not smiling for pictures, and we practiced our dry, witty comebacks to rhetorical questions like “Where’s the beef?” and “Who let the dogs out?”
Well, all that hard work paid off, cuz our unsmiling mugs made it into the yearbook that year. Yup, we were famous. In high school. For like 5 minutes. But the experience sparked something in me, something that had been lurking ever since my mom painted those rosy pumpkin whore cheeks on me. I loved the challenge of turning myself into a current, recognizable character that got reactions from people. (Like, favorable reactions. Nothing that involves throwing food at me. Ok, you can throw candy. And cake, if thrown expertly into my mouth, but let’s not get too crazy.) My quest to outdo my smug Daria self has continued every year since then.
Mary Poppins - My mom helped a lot with putting this bad boy together. We already owned most of the pieces, but my mom found the perfect hat and glued on all the daisies. And the red bow tie was practically perfect in every way. I am very proud of this costume!!
Over the years, I have gradually conquered the majority of characters from the Wizard of Oz. All I have left now is the crowning glory of becoming one of the flying monkeys.
I don’t think we’re in Kansas anymore - My mom captured that cheap whore quality with copious amounts of makeup. She sewed the blue dress from scratch and glued on hundreds of sequins to make those smashing ruby slippers. Please also note the 101 Dalmatians plush toy as Toto – a new take on an old friend.
Hello, my pretty! - The Wicked Witch of the West rocked it hardcore. She wore her green skin with pride, and so did I – that’s green eye shadow slathered on my face for a full day of grad school classes.
Ding dong the witch is dead - After reading Wicked by Gregory Maguire and going to see the fabulous musical by the same name, I decided to bring the Wiz costumes full circle and be the ill-fated Wicked Witch of the East, who was the first true owner of the ruby slippers…until something large and heavy probably crushed her skull.
I found these absolutely perfect red shoes in a thrift store for $2 and painted them with red glitter. I even picked up these tights in Salem, Massachusetts. That’s how legit they are.
Hokai, so I have several more amazing costumes to share with y’all, but this post has already grown longer than this election season. Stay tuned, bloggers.