I'm
working on a Peter Pan costume for Smedley. Yeah, I know, I'm not
exactly "crafty." But so far I'm on track. Kinda got me thinking about
my all-time favorite Halloween costume that I made myself; it started
with this guy:
(Original photo stolen from this guy)
Remember the Good Humor Man? Mmmmm, ice cream truck is here. And while we never had an ice cream truck within miles of us out in the boonies (and certainly not someone as professional as The Good Humor Man), I must have seen him somewhere -- maybe when visiting my grandparents? -- because I definitely knew who he was.
(Photo stolen from the Bullfight blog)
So, to go downtown in Chico on Halloween night in the mid-90s was a big deal. You'd be milling around with 10-20,000 of your closest friends and young adult merry-makers (it's since been severely curtailed). I just had to dress up, so . . .
I wore white jeans, black lace-up shoes and a black belt, and a crisp white long-sleeved oxford shirt, buttoned to my neck. I think I wore a black bow tie but since I have no photos, I'm not positive. I took a vinyl police hat
(Photo stolen from these guys)
and spray-painted it white. I bought rectangular iron-on patches and stuck them onto my shirt and hat. The costume was coming along nicely.
But, since I can't do ANYTHING normally, I had decided to be NOT the Good Humor MAN, but the Good Humor MON.
I "dreaded" my hair the night before by hand-twisting tiny strands into tight pin curls, which I slept on. It works, and I looked like I had dreadlocks. But JEEBUS it took forever! I had a lot of hair in those days. See?
My name badges read
and I handed out popsicle sticks to passersby. I looked something like this:
(Original image stolen from this site)
Only one person got it without explanation. He was stopped at a red light and honked his horn at me as I crossed in front of him. 'Bout scared the fudgesicles out of me.
So what is your most memorable costume ever?
(Original photo stolen from this guy)
Remember the Good Humor Man? Mmmmm, ice cream truck is here. And while we never had an ice cream truck within miles of us out in the boonies (and certainly not someone as professional as The Good Humor Man), I must have seen him somewhere -- maybe when visiting my grandparents? -- because I definitely knew who he was.
(Photo stolen from the Bullfight blog)
So, to go downtown in Chico on Halloween night in the mid-90s was a big deal. You'd be milling around with 10-20,000 of your closest friends and young adult merry-makers (it's since been severely curtailed). I just had to dress up, so . . .
I wore white jeans, black lace-up shoes and a black belt, and a crisp white long-sleeved oxford shirt, buttoned to my neck. I think I wore a black bow tie but since I have no photos, I'm not positive. I took a vinyl police hat
(Photo stolen from these guys)
and spray-painted it white. I bought rectangular iron-on patches and stuck them onto my shirt and hat. The costume was coming along nicely.
But, since I can't do ANYTHING normally, I had decided to be NOT the Good Humor MAN, but the Good Humor MON.
I "dreaded" my hair the night before by hand-twisting tiny strands into tight pin curls, which I slept on. It works, and I looked like I had dreadlocks. But JEEBUS it took forever! I had a lot of hair in those days. See?
My name badges read
and I handed out popsicle sticks to passersby. I looked something like this:
(Original image stolen from this site)
Only one person got it without explanation. He was stopped at a red light and honked his horn at me as I crossed in front of him. 'Bout scared the fudgesicles out of me.
So what is your most memorable costume ever?









That has to be the weirdest thing to be ever...so random. So kooky....so YOU.
Best Halloween costume? How about when my dad gave me his dress jacket and hat from his Army uniform and I wore it. AND THAT WAS ALL I WORE. With fish net stockings, heels and smile.
I was very very popular that night.
Be all that you can be.
:)
Posted by: The Glamorous Life Association | October 25, 2009 at 08:23 AM
Those guys, in that one photo? #36? That's the jersey of retired Steeler Jerome Bettis.
Just sayin'.
Posted by: Meg | October 18, 2009 at 06:17 PM
one year in high school I went as a single father (yep, I'm female). I wore the loosest jeans I had, an oxford shirt with a sportcoat over it, my hair was already shaved underneath about to my ears so when it was pulled back it looked kinda masculine... and I borrowed some of my mother's foundation to make a hint of a beard. Plus I borrowed my Aunt's little stuffed dude (looked like a toddler with his hands over his eyes so I could lean him against me while sitting in class & he looked real from the back).
I got some weird looks that year, especially from my boyfriend, but it was fun.
Posted by: ptooie | October 17, 2009 at 05:55 AM
Hm, downtown Chico in the 90s.....did you go to Lollypops? Was that what it was called? Sort of a 50s themed place? My go to costume as a kid was a gypsy because I never thought about it until the day of Halloween, seriously. My favorite costume was in college when I wore an orange embroidered tunic that had been my moms (probably a shirt really) and had mirrors on it. I teased my hair out to there and we danced like it was the interchange between the 60s and the 70s.
Posted by: Martha | October 16, 2009 at 10:18 PM
That would have to be the year I went as "the" Jane Russell (as in are you THE Jane Russell? No, I'm the OTHER one)... 4" heels, tight knit dress, wig, and a size 44DD bra I found at the thrift store and stuffed with an entire box of kleenex. It was the most uncomfortable costume I ever wore!
Posted by: Cactus Petunia | October 16, 2009 at 07:51 PM
First of all, what a great picture of you. It's absolutely perfect and you haven't changed at all except now your hair is straight. This should be your new blog id photo, whatever that's called.
Second, when the fudgesicles are scared out of me, Icescream.
Third, the second thing is really lame but the first thing is awesome.
Posted by: Chesapeake Bay Woman | October 16, 2009 at 06:54 PM
I don't have a favorite - they all sucked. Sigh.
Shade and Sweetwater,
K
Posted by: Kyddryn | October 16, 2009 at 06:50 PM
Oh. By. The. Way.
I've spent a lot of time in Jamaica. If those are supposed to be dredlocks, they're not.
Posted by: Bob Cleveland | October 16, 2009 at 06:04 PM
It'll be hard to describe but I'll try.
My backyard neighbor was named Larry, who was an mischievous as me. I asked Peg to have her mom make us a costume so she got two pairs of khakis and shirts and took out the side seams and sewed them together, side-to-side. Larry and I put them on and went out as a 2-headed, 2-armed, 3-legged monster.
We weren't into candy too much so we went Trick-or-Drinking. That was fun.
Or so Peg tells me. The memory is a bit fuzzy.
Posted by: Bob Cleveland | October 16, 2009 at 06:03 PM
Fifth Grade. I wanted to be a reporter. My mom tried to convince me to be a cat (we had the costume) or a hobo (because it's seriously easy), but nope. I insisted on being a reporter. I wore my oldest brother's suit jacket with my dad's Fedora and a tie. I stuck a little card in the hatband that read "press" and carried a flip notebook and a pencil. My mom made me a microphone by covering the plunger from the applesauce maker with foil. (She misunderstood the whole reporter thing thinking I wanted to be a TV reporter)
No one got it at all. Even the nuns looked at me funny.
Posted by: Laurie Ann | October 16, 2009 at 06:03 PM
Oh I stay in my costume year round!
And I am so loving that hair GF!
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Posted by: noe noe girl | October 16, 2009 at 05:39 PM
I went as myself..scared the bejeezers out of everyone, including myself...now ya know
Posted by: deb@birdonawire | October 16, 2009 at 05:12 PM