What we asked the Entropy community: What was your most memorable costume, of which you are most proud? Or what are you wearing this year?
Last year: Leon/Matilda from The Professional. This year: Jane/Travis from Paris, Texas.
Two years ago we went as a April O’Neil and Casey Jones, but everyone thought we were Walter White and Jason Vorhees. Our TMNT-themed costume this year will be less ambiguous.
This year I’m going as sexy Donald Trump.
I made a jellaby-Inspired monster hoodie for my 6yo.
This year my gf and I are going as John Waters and Cookie Mueller.
In 2013 I was Social Media.
My mother stitched these costumes for me (the red one) and my sister (the blue one). She always made our costumes and we always went as a pair. One year, jaguars. For 1965 we dressed as saltimbanques, as she was discovering Picasso.
This year, my friend and I are going as Toni and Candace from Women and Women First. Super excited.
Unfortunately I don’t have a photo on me- BUT, when I was ten years old (so…1998) I went as the “first woman president”. I wore a little burgundy skirt suit my mom found at the thrift store and carried a black leather brief case with a presidential seal my Grandmother made. It was a family affair, I suppose, because for the school parade my dad served as my secret service agent. He wore an all black suit, sunglasses, and put a little wire in his ear. He also refused to talk to any of the other parents, an act which greatly offended some of the moms in my grade, that is, until, they realized what he was doing and he reached a never before seen saintly father status.
Our daughter wanted the whole neighborhood to dress as office supplies. Needless to say, there were no takers. I built her costume–thanks to my mad art school skillz. The herd consisted of: a witch, a devil, a cowgirl and a Pink Pearl eraser. The next year she was a tornado—truly the best costume EVER, which her lameass parents neglected to document.
Sara Finnerty Turgeon
Here is my husband and I a few years ago as Bob Ross and a Happy Little Tree. When Bob Ross died I wrote “Bob Ross is dead” on one hundred pieces of paper and taped them all over my parents apartment. I was the ultimate Bob Ross fan.
The mooshes didn’t want to wear real costumes, so, Photoshopped for the digital age: Benny is Falcor and Maggie is Oscar the Grouch.