Goodness there are so many good ones to choose from, most were from my youth, because let's all be honest no costume in college is really worth mentioning. Especially when your in a sorority and Halloween is pretty much every weekend.
My favorite, and go to was home sewn pumpkin outfit was stuffed with crumbled bits of news paper and had a hat that tied under the chin. I wore it in pre-school when it sagged past my knees, and again my junior year of High School when it came to my waist. Let's just say we got our money's worth.
My second favorite would be the T Birds, with custom hand
Third is probably when I was a butterfly. Something about having wings makes you feel so magical. Perhaps I felt a small moment of what tink feels all the time. Also I got to wear four inch power purple heels, and I didn't look out of place. Clearly I'm the big winner here.
The worst costumes included a terrible Britney Spears circa 2001 costume. Think Hit Me Baby One More Time costume gone wrong in all sorts of ways, and me as a college freshman. No pictures necessary. The real worst was when I dressed up as a drawer liner, and gave myself a full body wax when removing the costume. If only I was joking.
But really this might really be it, a 'ruler'. Who buys a men's extra large plain Tee, sews it into a dress, and then makes it into a ruler. This girl. Seriously so embarrassing. And probably the most stereotypical college sorority girl with frat boy picture ever.
I was in Northfield, MN visiting my friend form High School, who went to Carleton. She forgot to mention that October in MN is colder than any winter day in CA, and I froze my little butt off as a Indian. I also took a hour long cab ride by myself with a creepy old man cab driver while hung over, and discovering the newly downloaded piano app on my iPhone. Clearly there are parts of that night that I don't remember.
4. Naturally we have to talk about the worst night now:
The worst was probably fourth grade when I decided I wanted to be a bowling ball. I, along with the help of my Mom, cut two large pieces of cardboard into circles, connected them with duck tape and painted them black with the three finger holes on the front side. It rained that night and the paint ran. By the end of the night I was wearing two gray soggy pieces of cardboard, that I eventually had to ditch only to reveal my 115 pound 4 foot 2 frame fourth grade frame in all black spandex. It was awesome.
5. How will you be celebrating this evening?
I'll be sitting on my couch probably watching the shows that I missed on Wednesday, and answering the door for the neighbor kids, though we usually don't have too many. At some point I'll have to dress up again, when I'm a Mom and everything, but that's still years out, so until then I'm enjoying the tranquility of it all. Clearly I did way too much costuming in college.