I don’t dress up anymore. I work in a restricted clean room and cannot wear jewelry or makeup, and everything has to be covered in smocks and caps and booties. So there’s no point in dressing up for the work day. I COULD dress up for the evening, but again, there’s no point, as I live in a crappy apartment complex in a dubious neighborhood, and no children go trick or treating here. I don’t even have a social life. No Halloween parties for me. I don’t like parties anyway.
I used to LOVE dressing up. I would make my costumes from thrift store clothes, horror shop finds, and scraps of fabric. In my college years I dressed up as a Renaissance maid, a ghost, as Death Herself, and as Dexter from Dexter’s Lab.
The ghost costume was my absolute best costume creation ever. I dressed all in white, with two layers of old yellowed gauze veils slung over my shoulders (ectoplasm). I spray painted my hip-length red hair white with hints of red peeking out from the bottom. My face and neck I covered with white paint. the whole look was completed with black mascara and dark grey eye shadow all over my upper and lower eyes, and grey shadow on my lips. I was down right creepy. I received a few shrieks throughout the day at classes. and MANY looks sidelong…