The costume failure

I love Halloween. I love costumes. I love making my own costumes (no sewing, please). So, I was excited to go to my first Halloween party of the year last night.

It was the Abnormal Formal at a local art gallery. Two super creative friends submitted rockin' art to the event.

Theresa the Pinata with her work

Caroline, Day of the Dead pinup girl, with her work

It was a cool event with a Day of the Dead theme and a fashion show and live music.

But, what wasn't cool was my costume.

I usually love costumes, but this one just didn't work.

I built it around a pair of tights I wore on Halloween's past for a witch costume.

I love my purple- and black-striped tights!

I started thinking about what I could be. After a little Google research, I decided on a dark ballerina that quickly turned into a Black Swan-inspired ballerina. 

The tutu turned out awesome, so I was encouraged. But, then I decided I didn't like the tights with it. Then, I wondered why I was being a Black Swan-inspired ballerina in the first place. The movie was entertaining, but definitely not my favorite by any means. But, I was encouraged again when Theresa did my eye makeup.

Pretty sweet, right?

But, all put together, I think I look like a drag queen.

I'm a real girl, I swear! I'm not just dressing up as one.

Sigh.

But, on the bright side, I plan on running a race in my rockin' tutu at some point.

And, I'll have more chances to redeem myself in costume, like at my upcoming Halloween Halfathon.