mountain man: REVISED

NOW WITH EYEBROWS!

mountain man

Even as a South Park-style mountain man, Heather pulls off pearls with panache. I salute her, and all of my mountain-man idols. Although she may not be bearded in flesh, Heather is bearded in spirit.

Happy Robbie Burns Day

The Adventures of the Little Hat

Once upon a time, in a land not so far away, there lived a Little Hat. No one put much faith in the Little Hat. They doubted her guts, they denied her vim and vigor, and they mocked her mercilessly on the playground: "You are an inferior hat!" screamed the Dashikis and the Fedoras, drooling blood from their hat fangs. "One day I'll prove them all wrong," swore the Little Hat. AND SHE DID.

The Little Hat made the Newsie.

The Little Hat found love: "Tabernacle, P'tit Chapeau! Qu'est-ce que je do-erais without you??"

Smarmy yet smooth, chap, and all because of the Little Hat.

And finally - most certainly - were it not for the Little Hat, this mentally deficient jazz-type would be lost entirely.

LITTLE HAT, WE SALUTE YOU

TOGA! TOGA! TOGA!

Toga Party? Anyone? I have a craving.

"EXTRA! EXTRA!"

Although we were unsuccessful in obtaining a copy of the film "Newsies", Angela and I did not abandon our Newsie dreams. This is a somewhat sedate photo, as it lacks the vital fingerless gloves and Wisers accessories; however, you get the idea. The phrase "Extra! Extra!" was used in abundance and may feature regularly in our speech patterns from now on, until inevitable social ostractism forces us to examine our exclamation marked speech habits. I have to conclude that the News Paper Boy attire qualifies as a pseudo-costume at best, simply because it looks too damn fine to acquire truly respectable costume status.

I am an elf on some days

Two entries in rapid succession!! This photo does not represent any particular burst of Christmas spirit but rather a respect and love for jigging, flowing red beards, and unprecedently large candy items. Jigging with your tongue out like that is risky business and not for the faint of heart.

note on upcoming events: A potential plan has been hatched for myself and some associates to hit the town in paper boy attire. Any costume preparation and preceding substance abuse will be undertaken while watching 'Newsies' and all conversation will be prefaced with yells of "Extra! Extra!"

squint-eye and wench

Having neglected this costume blog for a couple of weeks, I would like to take this opportunity to introduce our friends "squint-eye" and "wench".

squint-eye

wench

Squint-eye-and-wench: A mix of the two (in this instance leaning toward the squinty)

Squint-eye is often slightly disgruntled, or possibly just averse to having open eyes. Wench is a mockery of flattering photography, invoking a facade of determined sauciness.

"Ok, squint-eye!" "Now wench!" "What? I thought this was squint-eye!" "You look wenchier than I do!" etc., etc., etc.. I like our photo sessions.