When I was a little girl, I begged my mother for store-bought Halloween costumes, the kind that all the other kids are wearing that came in a plastic bag and fastened with a string at the base of the neck. I found something so simple about them, so convenient. And of course I wanted to be like everyone else. But each year my mother insisted I push the boundaries a bit, go for the unexpected. So in other words ALL of my costumes were homemade and, looking back, they were awesome. I will spare the details, but one year I was a bag of groceries which consisted (mainly) of a large cardboard box with a hole cut in the top for my head. These days, I still try and get creative, but it's more about discovering an alter ego, a personna that, while it doesn't come naturally, might be fun for a night. This year it's Betty Draper (see the inspirational dress above, courtesy of modcloth.com), which is (I hope) about as far from my actual personality and (I know) personal style as you're gonna get. So fun to play dress up.
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