I’m flying to Mexico tomorrow, so an evening that’s usually spent in a flammable dirndl or animal print Lycra will instead be spent last minute packing, hunting down xanax and curating an in-flight skin care regimen under 100ml. In celebration of the only holiday that doesn’t require you to hang out with your family, I thought it would be mighty festive to compile some of the best and worst of fancy dress past. But why hog the limelight and steal all the glory for myself when I have friends who are even more scantily clad? Well, not today, not on this blog! So join me, won’t you, on this spine-chilling journey to the graveyard of polyester, hair extensions and patent Kurt Geiger wedges.
It all started innocently enough with a simple romper and some spooky slogans….BOO!
Ahhhh mum, you killed it!
Showing an early flair for accessories, colour co-ord and the use of small pets as conversation starters, PVC garters are still years away. One of the many perks of having such large, pointed ears (aside from being able to subtly eavesdrop and look cute of course) is it’s one less prop to consider when you hit the fancy dress box.
Perhaps it was the incessant rejection from my school gymnastics team (allegedly I was too ‘cumbersome’ for cartwheels) that began my strong wish to be lycra-clad whenever possible. This definitely wasn’t a phase and that outfit isn’t even a costume.
This collection fairs from a Facebook album entitled ‘Fabulosity‘, which i‘m sure you’ll all agree was a very relevant selection erring on ingenious. Between the sequinned knickers, waist belts and faux fur, this is a valiant, if slightly feeble stab at getting our spook on. You could even be forgiven for thinking this was just your typical ladies night out on the town. Scantily-clad over spooky every time. Every single time.
2012: This is not a costume…
So if you haven’t organised your outfit by now… that ship has sailed. Let it go…