So this is my lamo attempt at some sort of Halloween costume, and as well as an excuse to dress up, it’s also an excuse to make silly faces. Disappointing effort, I know, but considering I’m sitting inside all night, I think shoving on my wolf SpiritHood does the job.
It’s a shame, as Halloween is one of my favourite days of the year – it’s my mum’s birthday, so we always used to have a party where I’d dress as a witch in my younger years with crimped hair and black lips, and various members of My Chemical Romance in my teens. But unfortunately this year I’m swamped with uni work and can’t make it back.
I’ve never been one for using Halloween as an excuse for dressing as some sort of animal in a skimpy dress, despite the pictures above. I’m actually more into the gory, morbid side of things. I remember making gravestones out of cardboard for every member of my family when I was about 10. Lovely.
Hey, perhaps I’m a werewolf?! Let me fetch my fake blood! x