This is just an excuse to write the story of my Otter Costume.
Perfectly non-mathy and non-sciencey. Except for marine biology. But, that doesn't count as science, right?
Anyway, one day--er, rather, night, while I was hard at work on my computer...
I had remembered I had been asked around five times that day the Halloween question:
"So what are you going to be for halloween?"
"Have you decided your costume yet?"
"What's a costume?"
"What are you going to dress up as?"
"A rhetorical question: Do you really think I care?"
"Mommy, why does that girl look so freaky? Is that her costume?"
"She's a freelance designer in this economy, sweetie. You'd look scary, too."
That last one kind of hurt.
So, I thought and thought and thought. And then I thought, "This is ridiculous. Just put make-up on; that always scares your friends." And then I thought, "No, reverse drag is not something I am comfortable with--besides the last time I walked into a party all girled up for a drag night, it became clear quite quickly that everyone else's idea of 'drag' was drawing a fake mustache on, meanwhile I was in stiletto heels and a black, sleeveless dress. I did not want to repeat the same mistake again.
But, then days went by, I forgot, I ate some cheese, took the dog out for a walk, re-watched the 30 Rock episode where Isabella Rosilini attacks Tina Fey for the millionth time, and for a laugh decided to write my facebook status thus:
"Beryl Baker shall be an otter for Halloween."
I thought nothing of it. It was a cute idea. Absolutely ridiculous and absurd.
But then a plethora of people messaged me, replied, commented--I even got a facebook event invite for a possible show called, "Bring Back The Animals, BP Oil!" But I don't think that was in reference to my status...
Anyway, turns out a lot of people love Otters. A lot. And, don't get me wrong; I do too. In fact, I've grown up with the Monterey Bay Aquarium as a backyard of sorts, given my grandpa was one of the original peoples on the board to create it. But, the pressure was suddenly on: if I did not deliver an Otter costume that was adequate, then there would be a major Facebook Fail.
And I don't like being humiliated. At least, not by others--I'll do it to myself, gladly, but no, not by you. And that means you, Amy.
So, suffice to say a couple days ago I actually set myself to work. I got some brown fur, I got some fake-kelp-grass-stuff and pulled out an old pair of brown slacks that never looked right and cut, cut, cut.
Here is the result:
And yes, I do generally tailer things to Carl Orff's O Fortuna from Carmina Burana. I recommend it. It makes things so exciting.
Edited to add:
|Animal Abuse comes in all shapes and sizes.|