An update from a variety of resources.
Yeah yeah of course I'm late with this, I usually am, but my laptop died and has just been resurrected and I'm excited:
On the Friday of Hallowe'en weekend, I went out dressed as a scenster -- cute shoes, tights, a skirt, and an 80s sweater withjn strands of fake pearls, bobby pins in hair. When it got warm, the sweater and pearls came off to reveal the black-and-white striped beater with bandana around my neck. As my boyfriend said, "So, you're dressed up as yourself?" On Saturday I dressed up as Carrie for the party -- needless to say, it was sticky.
That only lasted a few hours and I had to wash off the blood, by which I mean: corn syrup, red Koolaid powder, coffee, and dish soap. My limbs were sticking to everything, including my other limbs. I traded that for "Emma with a crazy hat" aka Don Hertzfeld's "Silly Hats Only club" aka me in my sparkly silver hat (Ironic fashion is all the rage in Montreal, I'm told). Then, when I went to the after party in the Old Port, I was a skeletor, or skeleton depending on your level of coolness -- as I've argued with my mother, Umbreller sounds so much better than umbrella.
As my FaceBook profile status says: Emma is crunching leaves, by which she surely means reading "Beckett" and pretending to write a paper.
Nah, I think I will have a shower while listening to spoken word on my laptop instead.
On the Friday of Hallowe'en weekend, I went out dressed as a scenster -- cute shoes, tights, a skirt, and an 80s sweater withjn strands of fake pearls, bobby pins in hair. When it got warm, the sweater and pearls came off to reveal the black-and-white striped beater with bandana around my neck. As my boyfriend said, "So, you're dressed up as yourself?" On Saturday I dressed up as Carrie for the party -- needless to say, it was sticky.
That only lasted a few hours and I had to wash off the blood, by which I mean: corn syrup, red Koolaid powder, coffee, and dish soap. My limbs were sticking to everything, including my other limbs. I traded that for "Emma with a crazy hat" aka Don Hertzfeld's "Silly Hats Only club" aka me in my sparkly silver hat (Ironic fashion is all the rage in Montreal, I'm told). Then, when I went to the after party in the Old Port, I was a skeletor, or skeleton depending on your level of coolness -- as I've argued with my mother, Umbreller sounds so much better than umbrella.
As my FaceBook profile status says: Emma is crunching leaves, by which she surely means reading "Beckett" and pretending to write a paper.
Nah, I think I will have a shower while listening to spoken word on my laptop instead.