The only photo on existence

I got the picture from work and hope I can post it. I can't believe I didn't take any myself, and to be honest, I thought about it but it seemed like such a hassle. I must have been out of my mind.

Surprise

I won $100 for my costume at work- which was a total surprise as I didn't enter the contest. I was sneaked in by a fellow employee. I didn't think I should be in the running because I was on vacation and I was only there two hours and really, it's like me playing a tennis match against Serena, only, I'm the Serena of Halloween costumes, and the rest of the world is the me of tennis. None of that made much sense, but I have a deep sense of guilt and the feeling that I'm a weirdo because I sew big elaborate costumes.
I have the picture of my costume at work, but there were problems emailing it home, and with all the firewalls I can't get Blogger at work to add the only existing photo of me in full makeup. Great. But trust me, it was pretty cool. I do have a pic of me in the makeup with no wig, but, uhm...yuck! Maybe I'll post it. It's pretty horrific.

Pink!

My dress form is swathed in pink satin and I have stared at hundreds of flapper dresses, photos and costumes. I swore I'd never make a big costume like Marie again, and that's my plan. At least not for several years. I do plan on taking some pics of the outfit after I get un-sick of it, but that'll have to wait.

Epic Fail

I am sitting here shaking my head over my complete lack of pictures. Good going Jane. Moron! (I almost wrote Mormon, perhaps inspired by their new muffin calandar.
Daylight Savings time, of all things, has me up at 6am. I hate this, it's hard for me to adjust. On the upside, I have pictures of everyone at work who dressed, though I have yet to hear who in our department won the much coveted skeleton trophy.
So maybe it wasn't such a failure, because I got some beautiful pictures of my friends at work. Just now Bug said, get your costume on and I'll take some pictures of you in it. Ah, dear bumbling idiot, I do love him. I don't want to look at that thing for several weeks. But, maybe it would be nice to have to good pictures of it. What a load of work.
Next year, pink flapper! I am almost done with it--no, not really, just possessed of a lot of pieces. And that is really sick.