I challenge you to say otherwise. Okay, so you probably will. But I have evidence to the contrary! Observe:
I wore a costume to work today. It was so blingy. And I had a blast. I even got 20% off at lunch, although the waitress didn’t realize I was in a costume (how cool is that?). I thought it was rather obvious, but whatever. Anyway, it was like this:
Yesssssssss. I wrapped that sari this morning, all by myself, in roughly the same amount of time it takes to put on a pair of jeans and a nice shirt. The sari is not as blingy as the peach-colored one I got in the mail, but it’s pretty dang blingy. I also have blingy earrings to go with it (you can kinda see them in the photo). I thought I was appropriately retro Bollywood.
JJ wanted in on the photo, too:
He didn’t really care how accurate the costume was, as long as I scratched behind his ears. Which I did.
And then I got silly and did the obligatory fashion pose:
I won’t quit my day job, don’t worry. I know that a future of sari modeling is probably not terribly reasonable. It was fun, though.
And then, all of us got together for a group shot. We had a soldier, one synchronized swimmer (my favorite costume ever) and a character from Super Smash Brothers (and I’m lame and don’t remember his name; I will correct this later):
Incidentally, I totally forgot that my sunglasses were on my head by the time we got to these photos. Oh, well.
Then the photographer got in on things, dressed as a creepy clown:
(Notice how the soldier’s boots are very large; she borrowed them from her husband)
And then somebody had the idea that we should all jump. We got ready:
And then WHEEEEEE:
Happy Halloween, everybody.