I still don't know what I'm going to be for Halloween!
Last year, votania
and I went "skyclad" -- her, in an acrylic-on-black-dress re-interpretation of Van Gogh's "Starry Night", me, in pale blue silk skirt, pale blue shirt, with white puffy clouds painted on the front, and a blazing sun on the back.
The year before that, 2001, I was some sort of odd Renfaire vampire.
2000, I was a very grumpy and sleepy witch flying from Alaska to Arizona.
1999, I was working in the bakery at Sam's, so I couldn't do much -- so I opted for the scariest costume available to me under the circumstances. Careful hairstyling, makeup, a tie, a new thing for my employee name badge, and a clipboard turned my white bakery uniform into the dreadfully doomful garb of an agent of the Infernal Revenue Service.
1998 was college-ish, and a white gown and yarn pads to make it look like I had more hair made me Princess Leia, though I was mistaken for some sort of Earth Goddess several times.
1997? Um? Huh. Well, one or more of those years, I was a Jedi Knight, with a blue lightsaber and tan robes (carefully wrapped sheets). (The lightsaber came with me, and wound up with Little Fayoumis, and after he deconstructed it, votania
threw it out before I could fix it again.)
1994, I was supposed to be Deanna Troi.
1993, my giggly friend and I were gypsies.
1989, I think I was a witch. Heh.
1988, I definitely was a witch.
1987, I was an Iron Fan Fairy again.
1986, I was the Iron Fan fairy (and so was swallowtayle
, in blue, with me in pink) as a result of seeing a movie version of Journey to the West
But I have no idea what I'm going to be this year.