The Wild Thing
Sometimes you just gotta let your inner wild thing out. Mine happens to be pink.
I figured I should get my quality time in with the wild things since I’ve surrendered being Max or Carol for Halloween. While en route to a wig shop in Hollywood for Bec’s costume, I spotted a costume store and stopped in. There were tons of risque costumes- some that even made me blush- but I caved and bought a “sexy” army outfit. Photos to come, but let me tell you, I’m relieved that’s out of the way. I’ve only ever bought one other mass produced costume from a store- an “Enchantress” costume. It was fuscia and came with a faux fur stole, as well as an open interpretation because I didn’t/still don’t even know what it meant. However, I did know/thought that I was the hottest little 6th grader with my curled hair and pink lips. I was fortunate to have my mom sew all of my other costumes, and I felt so special wearing her creations. This reminds me that I need her to teach me how to sew so I can make love (equals clothes).