I hate Hallowe’en.
But I have spent the last five months regretting a fringe that makes me look like Velma Dinkley, so I’d be daft not to capitalise on it.
I managed to source an orange polo neck with an alarming lack of difficulty *who buys these things?* and a reddish skirt with almost as much ease (although technically, it was a dress. Quite high quality. “Laura Ashley”, dontchaknow. I had a few items from the same range, back in 1996.)
The only problem looked to be the knee-high orange socks but fortunately Amazon had some in stock. *who buys these things?*
And then there were those brown shoes I already had *what was I thinking when I bought those?*
However, with the glasses and hair already screaming “Velma” at me every day, the addition of the orange and red rig-out made it all a bit uncanny.
Note to self: orange polo neck not flattering. But it wasn’t flattering on Velma either. All made for more authenticity.
Next year I am going as Daphne. All I need to do it lose a stone (or two), buy a purple dress, a green scarf, grow my hair and dye it orange.
Glad it’s over.
*gets into mystery machine to go visit obscure relative who is harbouring a secret problem with some spurious monster/ghost/haunting issue*
PS. I would have added a pic – but I look EXACTLY like the picture above…