October 30th, 2010
|11:19 pm - Ladies and gentlemen....|
This is my costume for Halloween this year.* **
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* Any pretty girls want to hang out around railroad tracks? I know all kinds of knots.
** necropalice -- I can no longer hide it. I've been bearded for near-as-to-make-no-odds a year.
|Date:||October 31st, 2010 07:55 am (UTC)|| |
Ah, glorious villain-ness. Good show, Sir!
Thank you, doll.
My best costumes come from noticing some feature of myself and realizing it gives me a singular opportunity.
9 years ago, I was Princess Leia because I had the hair to do real hair buns.
This year, I had the handlebar moustache and I figured if I could just hold out until Halloween, it'd be fantabulous. It was a little hard to deal with, but -- well -- it's grown on me. ; )
has some trouble with it. At Halloween, she introduced me to an old friend of hers as "He didn't have the moustache or beard when I got with him..."
I haven't decided whether or not I'm keeping it. My usual MO is to live for about a month or so, accidentally see myself in the mirror, realize that I lost my face under all the hair, and then set to work cutting it into a peculiar shape.
tempting to go whole hog and start trying to compete in the world beard & moustache championships.
I've been told my Dad had one before I was born. My oldest sister keeps trying to get him to grow it again.
That is a threesome that I never want to inhabit my long term memory.
"He didn't have the moustache or beard when I got with him..."
That has amused me no end.
It is a thing of great power, and great beauty.
I didn't really want to prod you about it, but I suspected that if I didn't, you'd never see it. 8)
And indeed I would have missed it. I'm so behind on LJ.