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My Costume for Halloween 2015

I have never had a year (as far as I can remember) when I haven't dressed up for Halloween. When I was a kid, my mom would help me put together costumes. We'd look through her closet, do some crafting, or even stop off at the Halloween store to put my costumes together. Perhaps I can find some of my childhood Halloween photos to post one day. This year, I came pretty damn close to not dressing up for Halloween. My Ryan and I took a train ride in the Blue Ridge for Halloween and then walked around town and stopped for some muscadine wine. We didn't get back until somewhat late, but neither of us had actually gotten a costume together because of our schedules. Regardless, I didn't want to make this the first year I didn't dress up, so I pulled something together before a Halloween get-together. The result: Carnival Fortune Teller complete with third eye.


 Above, notice the "orbs" and face-like reflection on the mini fridge in the background. It really completes the look.


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  1. Laura MorriganNovember 3, 2015 at 6:33 PM

    This is awesome!

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  2. Mantan CalaverasNovember 6, 2015 at 1:36 AM

    For some reason it reminds me a lot of the hippy dippy stuff I grew up seeing around Berkeley in the early 80's.

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    1. OddGhoulOutNovember 6, 2015 at 6:45 AM

      Those hippies had some serious dark circles then!

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