Showing posts with label costumes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label costumes. Show all posts

Thursday, November 3, 2011

GO, FIGHT, EAT BRAINS TONIGHT!!!




What do we want?  BRAINS!!!  When do we them?  BRAINS!!!

Halloween, I love you.

Zombie cheerleader and football player, inspired by the football players in Beatlejuice who follows around the afterlife intake lady Juno saying things like "Hey, Coach, I don't think we survived that crash."

I went back and forth on this Halloween.  As I often do, I got an idea, and then I fixated.  I HAD to do this idea.  Even though it wasn't coming together, I could tear myself off it.  And as you might have noticed, I have the blues.

At the last minute, I decided to go for it, and had the most fun I've had in six months making Walker's pads, painting the jersey, putting a weasel graphic on the helmet, fitting the cheerleading uniform, and ever so obsessively making the text for the front of the cheerleading outfit.

I couldn't bring myself to destroy these.  No fire, no holes.  Just a lot of blood.  Too many dollars and too much potential in these bad boys.

Costume how-to, including make-your-own football pads (not to be used in athletics!) in a future post.

I need to work on my raw wounds.  The neck slash was not bad, but I'll go thicker on the cut line in the future.  The skinned/raw face size could be better.  Maybe tinting the latex that's the base? Or maybe painting a thin coat of the Ben Nye thick blood before I apply it in clots.  Walker's wound has a really sharp edge to it, but that didn't show when the helmet was on.

The zombie Girl Scout made a reappearance!  Turns out what fits me as a short fitted dress fits my awesome friend like a knee length cinch dress.  Yay!  Also, it turns out that friend is GREAT at zombie eye makeup!

Pictured here: zombie Girl Scout and recent immigrant who acquired her citizenship through dubious means (also know as a Russian bride).

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Investments.


Proof that buying a crap ton of hats is never a bad investment.

There's so much stupid stuff you might never care about again that you find yourself spending money on or pondering spending money on when you are planning a wedding.  I decided to harness the power and buy a stack of carefully selected headwear.

Now I get ridiculous hats and wigs as gifts.  I love my friends and family.

The hats have been invited to three weddings, a luau, a birthday party, a goodbye party, and a post-proposal defense cocktail hour.  The best props -- small children, faculty, and pets -- were provided at each site.

The most recent hat bash -- the wedding of Karen and Adam.  Not our photobooth.  Photos snatched from the photobooth friend Steve.









Monday, February 14, 2011

Happy Cat in a Costume who Loves You Day!


Monday, February 7, 2011

Cowboy Cat


Mondays need more cats in costumes.

Friday, December 3, 2010

Deck the cats

...in holiday tshirts.  Meow meow meow meow meow, meow meow meow meow.  


In this photo we see Charlie looking wistfully to the future, to the day where she is too fat to fit in to any ridiculous costumes -- the day after she finally fulfills her cat dream of getting in to the food bag. 

Some people think pet costumes are mean.  To that I say, ask us sometime what Charlie did to our bed.  I can't even write about it.  She had this coming. 

Friday, November 5, 2010

Halloween cleanup.



Happy Halloween, lovelies. May the latex wash thoroughly from your hair and the blood wipe easily from your floor.

Tuesday, June 29, 2010

We've been busy!

Shower goodness to come!  For now: