Old-Timey Picture Sunday: Halloween 1994.
This seemed like a good idea at the time.
I borrowed my friend Eric’s National Guard uniform coat and put on fishnets and the hat. I told everyone I was a flight attendant.
Really, though? I looked like a demented stripper and spent the whole night sitting awkwardly because the coat was both too big and too short.
For the record, I have never bought a costume. My mom never bought us costumes and always relied on stuff we had and imagination. Clearly hers is better than mine, because this is what I came up with.
Also, in retrospect, I should have worn something under that coat so I just could have taken it off.