I Love Lucy

I had an exceptional amount of preparation time for this Halloween. In fact, the very first day of October, I was dressed as a magician from head to toe - a male magician if I may add. Then just last week I threw together a classless Amy Winehouse costume that shocked my mother and screamed for a custom safe sex kit. With such great experience in fashioning costumes, you'd expect the day you're actually supposed to dress up would be a breeze. However with so many ideas on my mind, it was hard to perfect one just right.

For the past four years in college, I've paid a wonderful visit to the local Goodwill in search of the perfect outfit to destroy. I even enlisted some brave souls that dedicated themselves to a better and bloodier cause each Halloween night. Our fright fest of zombie-wear helped to remind everyone that Halloween isn't just for skanks and single men. In fact, one of these days, all you Halloween commercializers may just feel the wrath of some real demons. Mwahaha.

On Tuesday I found myself in the Twita-World and posted about my plans to Goodwill-it. To my surprise it received a tweet back from Julie from Bulletline who said she used to work at Fed Ex. She explained how she just dropped off a ton of Fed Ex  promotional products, from throughout the years, to her Goodwill in Florida. I happily tweeted back that my brother works for Fed Ex and won my nieces some awesome giveaways at the last company event. Now that I had more encouragement to visit Goodwill I headed out.
                                
With thoughts of Amy Winehouse, Super Nanny and zombies on my mind, I entered our local Goodwill and scavenged through the wardrobe of rich one-timers and the dearly departed. I found a faded tie-dye imprinted tee shirt and reminisced of a past employee. I found a bag of babies that I bought with prospects of Octomom on my mind and finally I bought a 50's style red shirt dress that was only seven bucks.

I went home with little inspiration to indulge in any of the materials I picked up but the fun decorations on my front porch helped to put me back into the spirit. Inside my home I pulled the bag of mini baby figures out and said, "I can just glue these to a shirt and be Octomom."

My mom looked at the babies and said, "It'd be better if you put real baby dolls on- wait. Oh, those are baby Jesus’!" If there's one thing you'll grow to understand about my mother, it's that she has an unwavering love for Jesus. If you're ever lonely on Christmas, come over. No directions needed. Just look for the home with the gigantic, "Happy Birthday Jesus!" sign on the front lawn. I mean it!

I probed the little babies further and discovered a hole by the top of the head. "That's for the halo!" my mom replied. Of course I bought a bag of baby Jesus’. Hoping for some better luck with my next item, I pulled the dress from the bag to show my mom. "Isn't this fuuuuuun?" I said as I swayed with it pressed against me. Without hesitation my mother's eyes widened and she screamed, "That could be a reeeeeeeeeal Lucy dress!"
                                      
It didn't actually set in until around 7 pm last night that Lucy Ricardo could actually happen. With the help of a friend, I got a taste of the Lucy hair and fashion. I then had technically 14 hours to get my costume and show up at work. Somehow I made it to CVS, Michael’s Crafts and Halloween City without receiving any Halloween giveaways, but that was alright considering they had everything I was looking for. I then headed to a friends house where the stripping of my hair began.

Some good jokes and a batch of brownies later I was a blonde. I then had to perfect the red look with another color - if only with had hair care promotional products. (This mop is dyyyyying.) I drove home in the middle of the night with my hair plastered to my head. "You're Carrot Top," my friend said. "God I hope not," I thought.

When I got home my head looked like an orange and I dove right into the shower. I finished painting the nails a classy red and was able to fall asleep to an episode of, "I Love Lucy." When I woke up I knew it was go time. I joined my niece in her room where we pinned up our hair and were transformed; Her into Cinderella and me into Lucy Ricardo. A few finishing touches are missing, but just you wait until Monday. I'll have a wonderful photograph of my official Halloween Lucy costume.

Until then, enjoy this wonderful weekend. Give the kids that come to your house too much candy but remember to indulged in some yourselves. Lucky me, I can just fish down my apron for a chocolate treat, damn that chocolate factory. Rickkkkkkkkkkkky! Can I be on the show tonight?!?!? Ta-Ta Halloweeners!