OH at the Target yesterday

Mom: Well, honey, they don’t have spiderman. Do you want to be an X-Ray?

Son: An x-ray? What’s that?

Mom: yknow the bones inside your body.

yeah. I think that’s called a skeleton.


Photo post: costume fabrics

I was supposed to wear a costume to a party last Saturday night, but the rain defeated that ambition. Meanwhile I pulled a bunch of costumes out and thought the fabrics made a pretty kaleidoscope.
The white fabric is part of my senior high school prom; the jewel tone pattern was my grandmother’s favorite lounge/party outfit from the 70s; there’s a smidge of green at the top that’s my Kermit the frog scarf from this past Mardi Gras; top right is two different dashikis that are identical except one is white and one is navy; bottom right is a hideous black & red leopard print cocktail dress; and in the bottom middle is my Mom’s supermod 1960s day dress.

Conceptual Costumes

Vision in Purple 2010

We were talking the other night about costuming for Mardi Gras (or Halloween) and I mentioned that many of costumes are conceptual rather than concrete. In the last few years, I’ve been a Vision in Purple, the Spirit of Carnival, Show Me Da Money… you get the idea.

And even when I start with a concrete idea, like Pirate, it occasionally veers off into oddballville. The thought struck me today that I should blame Buffy. Ever since the episode where you became your Halloween costume perhaps I’ve been concerned that I’ll turn into a more concrete costume. Of course, I could always do what the characters did at a college Halloween party and dress as James Bond and God.

OK. I can’t really blame Buffy since I’ve been doing the random costume bits off and on for years. But it’s nice to geek out to Buffy episodes now and again.

Picture post: I am a bad cousin

I was just perusing my cousin’s blog. (Hi LucyGlib!) And read a post from last month about her irrational fear of large human statues…the start of which was the Statue of Liberty. Which reminded me that 10 years ago, I purposely took a photo with a random stranger in the French Quarter who was costuming as the Statue of Liberty just so I could send it to her.

Lady Liberty, She-Elvis & a Mermaid

So does that make me a bad cousin? Or is it just the usual family type teasing?
And, yes, that’s me as She-Elvis.

More costumes & politicians

Writing about disgraced Wu made me remember a story from Mardi Gras in the early 90s…

I was dressed as a pirate and was walking down St. Charles w/ childhood BFF, Shep and a herd of his friends from out of town, it was maybe 9 or 10 in the morning. We were in front of Gallier Hall when a man with a microphone & cocktail called out, “Awwright, Captain Hook!” I called back, “Awwright, Sidney!”

One of Shep’s friends asked how I knew the man on the microphone and I explained that he was the mayor, Sidney Barthelemy. He said, “But he’s drinking….” My reply was that it didn’t matter because it’s Mardi Gras. The visitor just couldn’t understand that a publicly tipsy politician was just not something to get worked up over.

Tiger, Tiger, Wu

So a WaPo blogger says “There is never a good reason for anyone to be dressed up as a tiger, unless he is employed by Disney…”

Has she heard about New Orleans and our penchant for dressing up? C’mon. I feel like if Congressman Wu had been from Louisiana rather than Oregon no one would have even blinked.

OK, alledgedly assaulting a teenager? That’s not cool. But a tiger costume, no big.