Halloween 1976 I lightened this up a bit on 072608 for the sole
purpose of allowing a look at the hillbilly or dobie type hat I made.
Here is a little story to go with this.
It was Halloween 1976 and I lived with my two biological children that were very young, and two teenage foster girls. I was divorced, and I wanted to go to the Cascade Singles Costume Party, but I had no money for a costume. I wasn't going to go because of that.
I was moping around the house, when I spotted my rubber chicken hanging in the kitchen with his big beak wide open (permanently). On a whim, I decided to see if my chicken would fit over my household broom; so it looked more like a costume than it really was. He looked really funny, and I was laughing and shaking him at all of my children.
I remembered one time someone said that they could boil an old felt cowboy hat and stretch it with a broom handle to make it pointed like a dobie or hillbilly hat. I got my son to surrender his cowboy hat which he never wore any more anyway. I boiled it and fashioned somewhat of a point, but more hillbilly than witch. I kept on dinking around. I found a wig I had worn years before when frosted hair was the craze. I put it on the normal way, and it didn't do anything. I put it on backwards, and it was kind of cool. What you see on my forehead up there it really the back nape of the neck on the wig. I started really getting into this. I found a dress that my grandmother had sent to me, one size fits all by Omar the Tentmaker, I think. I had some black shoes, I think, and the dress worked OK. I found some black ski mittens to cover my hands, as they would probably be a giveaway. This outfit was literally thrown together. The only thing I went out to buy was black nylons (pantyhose).
I had no Halloween or any other kind of makeup around, but rummaging in my drawers I found some old watercolor paints, the really cheap ones that come in a tin. I needed a background color though, and I found a green ink stamp pad. I pressed that against my face many times. When it dried I painted "scars" on my face with the red and the black watercolors. My teeth, at the time, were just too nice for a witch. I tried melting black crayons and pushing them up on my teeth. First the wax was too hot. Then too brittle. Finally just right. I let it dry on my teeth and puposely only covered some of my teeth with black. I order to make sure they didn't break out or fall off, I had to hold my mouth pretty still all night long; and about all I could say was "He hee heee hee he" in an evil tone.
I decided I would go to the party after all, and one foster daughter said, "OMG! You're NOT actually going to wear that!" I said, "Well, yes I think I will!" She insisted I would be embarrassed and they would laugh me out of the dance. I said if they did, I would just turn around and drive home, and they would never know who they laughed out of the club, because no one would have recognized me.
So I went, and right away, people stared and cracked up laughing, and wanted to borrow my broom with chicken to dance with or shake in other people's faces. To say it was a smash hit, would be an understatement. At the end of the dance, I won the contest for Best Costume. To think, I wasn't even going to go. The only problem they had was they weren't sure if I won the best man's costume or best woman's. They asked me what I was? They were more embarrassed to ask me that, than I was to wear my costume. I was a tiny bit hurt at first to think they couldn't tell, but then I realized I had gone to great lengths to disguise what I was; why should I be hurt?
I hope I inspire someone to get out there and try and live it up.