Ready, reload, fire
Today was colder than yesterday, and today I started out looking at my Dorothy costume and decided I would take those flame platform shoes for a twirl and then I happened upon my neighbor building his coffin on a shopping cart – his group is going as celebrity deaths and a friend had stopped by his house who said she had red glitter so I and Loca followed her to her house down on the other side of the bayou.
Right before we got to the house with the glitter, I blew a wheel. Meaning my shoe broke. What to do – it was FREEZING outside and we discussed the ramifications of a naughty Dorothy outfit that required skin and decided I would be a scarecrow.
Now what?
Well let’s see – improvise! Borrow a shirt from Roy, borrow some pants from Jerri, find a hat, get the dead sawgrass in Roy’s yard, stitch it to the pants and shirt and then tear up a bandana and stitch that into the pants, go to the new Walgreens get black eyeliner to paint triangle on nose.
Okay, here I was bragging about the easy life – the one where you go in and drop $50 for a costume and call it a day and now in reality, I am making a new suit, so hello Mardi Gras, here I come. The scarecrow – now if I only had a brain!