Here's where I sat:
|With my girl's new afghan warming my legs|
Here was my view
|Shaking with laughter, always. Not pictured: Cinderella sweeping out the fireplace (shame)|
And off I went to the 70s.
|I remember this Halloween so well. The costumes were borrowed (obvs*) and we went to some weird auditorium to march around in a contest.|
|Peter pan collars. |
Low slung barettes.
Patchwork blouses over white turtlenecks.
The way we used to dangle necklaces out of said turtlenecks.
|LOVE this. My bridging. Check out the elder escort, with her sassy brown open toe sandals and knee socks. I was going to crop out the chaperones, but couldn't bear to lose those pantsuits.|
|Coreys and Cronins. Julie's pants. Everyone's hair. Everyone. Everything.|
|The quintessential Cedar Closet Corey Halloween. Always some variation of army/bride/facial hair. This one was missing any sort of Korean princess reference, but has a bonus sheer-hosed indian of some sort? Don't ask me.|
|OH, I die. Mom and Dad's bathroom. My dickie-do. Our faces. sawoooooon.|
|Sheer Joy. 'nuff said.|