Today...
...is going to be memorable.
I look silly. This was the goal, and I still feel self-conscious. I have green eye-shadow on, reddish brown lips, and a bright blond wig. A very curly, short bright blond wig. My nails are painted a deep red.
From this, one would assume the rest of my costume involved a dress, probably something fake-fancy. It doesn't. It involves a monk's robe.
See, two years ago, one of our project managers (male) came as a nun. With a day or two of stubble, no less. So when there were no modest costumes for women this year, my eyes lit on the monk's robe, and I thought, why not reverse it.
Actually, this wig looks even sillier when not covered by a hood, so it wouldn't've worked for anything that didn't have one, anyway.
I look...absurd.
I really hope my coworkers appreciate it. I don't get down and weird often. Next year, I'll either come as a monster, or as a programmer. (Running joke in the office: too darned many people dress up as programmers and businesspeople each year.)
I look silly. This was the goal, and I still feel self-conscious. I have green eye-shadow on, reddish brown lips, and a bright blond wig. A very curly, short bright blond wig. My nails are painted a deep red.
From this, one would assume the rest of my costume involved a dress, probably something fake-fancy. It doesn't. It involves a monk's robe.
See, two years ago, one of our project managers (male) came as a nun. With a day or two of stubble, no less. So when there were no modest costumes for women this year, my eyes lit on the monk's robe, and I thought, why not reverse it.
Actually, this wig looks even sillier when not covered by a hood, so it wouldn't've worked for anything that didn't have one, anyway.
I look...absurd.
I really hope my coworkers appreciate it. I don't get down and weird often. Next year, I'll either come as a monster, or as a programmer. (Running joke in the office: too darned many people dress up as programmers and businesspeople each year.)