Or death + destruction.
Or anything that leaves me cowering in my little apartment, alone and frightened once the sun goes down. But somehow on Monday, I found myself dressed like this:
Blame it on my classes. This semester I'm carrying several art history classes, one of which focuses on Art and the Plague. It sounds like a real downer...but in truth, it's been rather intriguing. However, my professor decided that the perfect ending to a semester of death...was an End of Year Zombie Party. Those who came dressed as zombies received extra credit...and those who didn't would be jeered.
Ever the people-pleaser, I went all out with my zombie bride theme. After turning up my nose at Goodwill's $150 USED 80's bridal gown (seriously, Goodwill...put down crack pipe, then start pricing items), I hit a local church thrift store and got this 80's nightmare for a mere $7:
What were they thinking with the sleeves? How does that flatter any body? Regardless...I sort of loved the train and sweetheart neckline. The rest was a hot mess...AKA: Zombie Bride Perfection. The dress, a veil, a borrowed wig, a handful of skeleton necklaces and half an hour with some face paint made for a pretty perfect costume.
The crowning achievement was my rat bouquet, and given the history of the plague, it was rather fitting. With DIY bridal bouquet-starter in hand, I sculpted and weaved together seven rats...with a lil' help from my hot glue gun and some metal wire. For the finishing touch, I rigged up a few extra rats on a belt so that they followed me as I moved about the room.
All told, it was pretty hot. And, I won three Zombie Awards: Judges' Favorite, Best Zombie Pallor, Best Zombie Accessories (I think...I cannot remember the title of that one). I forgot to snap a full-look photo before leaving for the day, but my friend Sonja grabbed a photo before we left class:
I know, it's a good look for me. ;)