Yesterday’s quiz question: What do you get when you combine a terry blanket, a pair of long johns with holes, a woman’s fake fur coat, a tablecloth, a shower curtain from Goodwill and a man’s T-shirt?
Answer: Vestments fit for a king — King Henry VIII, to be precise.
Tyler’s mother, a whiz with a sewing machine, picked up a bunch of suitable materials at Goodwill and elsewhere, to create his costume this year, based entirely from this googled image. The top of the sleeves and cloak brocade are from the shower curtain; the long johns were perfect for the bottom of the sleeves. The fur coat — hot glued to the edges — made an impressive trim for the cloak. We found some bling at the Halloween store; tights (the second year in a row my Beloved has donned tights for Halloween) and gold spray painted Crocs finished the ensemble.
The inspiration for Tyler’s costume came from a green velvet-like Renaissance dress my mother sewed for me 10 years ago. If you don’t know your English history, King Henry VIII married six times and did away with two of them by beheading them. I dressed as wife No. 2, Anne Boleyn — complete with a neck gash in tribute to Halloween’s gore.
Parading around as king and queen was fun. The Three Musketeers, whom we encountered at the local pub, promised their undying loyalty. Thanks to our neighbors for giving us the opportunity act regal (or goofy, as the case may be) at their self-described half-assed Halloween party.
Happy Halloween! Long live the king (and queen and their seamstresses)!