I was going to write an epic post about how Halloween is over and how The Knot is sending me more hate mail…
…but how it’s okay because I’m kind of really excited to dig into some wedding crafty goodness. (Which is good, because I done lost my damn mind and decided to make my own wedding dress – remember that?) I was going to write about how I was kind of over the moon with excitement over getting to marry Spencer today, but then he ignored all my GTalks and texts of “OMG 7 Months” and actually texted back a “ Never say anything like that again” in response to my referencing our negative 7 monthiversary.*
So now I’m going to post pictures of Halloween.
I started working on our costumes in September. Each of the bodices were built of 28 feather boas. The cats were better about the feathers than I thought they would be and only launched attacks on feathers that flew free from the boas.
Which was a lot of feathers. It looked like someone punched a chicken in our living room for two months.
I actually adapted these costume ideas from a child’s chicken costume I saw on the Martha Stewart website, so don’t pat me on the back too hard.
When I told Spencer we would be wearing sweatpants instead of leggings or tights to preserve his dignity his response was, “I don’t think you care about my dignity.” Obviously he doesn’t understand how easy it is to find yellow leggings now a days and how hard it is to find yellow sweatpants.** He also said that he would only participate if he could have a “fabulous” tail. He was in charge of constructing that because, really, wire is not my medium.
I thought it would be much bigger and much more fabulous, but it was his tail, so I tried to keep my mouth shut.
Everyone who saw me in my costume (actually a fair number of people, since I wore it to the office on Friday and then to a party on Saturday) said they hoped I would enter a contest. I did not. In the long standing tradition of Patti investing a lot of time and energy into something just to sit back, look at pictures and wonder, “Are other people this invested in making themselves look foolish?”
Let’s hope I don’t have the same thought when I look at the wedding pictures.
*By the way, kids, never, ever refer to your “X month anniversary” in Spencer’s presence. His brain will actually start to leak out his ear.
**I had to buy him white lady sweatpants and dye them yellow. That is love. Weird love, but love.