Did you ever have one of those Halloweens where your costume fell way short of awesome? I sure did. I was going to be a killer robot. I had two boxes, a large one for my body, and a smaller one for my head. I cut armholes in the big one and a hole in the top, where the other box went. I painted the whole thing orange, and cut out eye holes. About fifteen minutes after leaving the house, I realized the total and devastating failure of my endeavor, and returned home a sad, orange robot disgrace. I know there are other stories out there that beg sharing, like Susan's as told to Lemondrop, among other confessions:
My brother and I dressed up as George and Martha Washington one year. (My Dad was a big history buff.) Yup, it was incredibly nerdy. And also kind of funny that I was about a foot taller than "George Washington." (pictured, above).
More terrible costume stories at their site, but since I confessed, it's your turn! What costume idea of yours turned out to be less than you'd hoped for? Link
My wife wouldn't let me though
My parents said I was being silly. That it was obvious the face paint was for matching the costume and that I worried too much....
Guess who found my costume offensive?
Whoops.
In our defense, I DID look a lot like Wolf Man. But I also couldn't see and I got a lot of teasing as a 12 year old girl using her hair as a mask.
now he's 16 and has been Jason for the last 5 years. :| I miss my strange creative boy.
And as the old saying goes, "it sounded like a good idea at the time" Now they're just bombarded with gay jokes everytime we go out.
needless to say i not only managed to get craploads of candy from people who pitied me, but i also got my ass kicked 2 or 3 times per halloween...
Now I just make my own costumes.
Years later my mother showed me the polaroids she took that night. It was dreadful. There's nothing like getting suddenly embarrassed about something you did many years ago...
I knew a guy who's mom had dressed him up as Hitler and sent him to school.
I also heard a great story on This American Life about another kid who got dressed up as Hitler at school and how the teachers dealt with it.
Personally, I was always content to be a cat or a witch or a vampire. If it was black and involved makeup, that was enough for me.
Thank God the wisearse does not allow Halloween in Oz!
I was still refusing when my aunt was putting make up on me and I was in this frilly pink dress, blond pigtails, knee socks and patent shoes. My cousin wore a baseball cap, a sweatshirt, jeans and sneakers. I was teased to no end at school, even by my teacher. That night I was not recognized and asked several times what I was supposed to be. My cousin was too happy to answer for me.
That was definitely regrettable and it was the last year that I went trick or treating.