Halloween of 1980, I decided I wanted to be a skunk. Nabbing the tried-and-true Simplicity pattern for a standard furry suit,my grandmother dutifully crafted this costume for me. Alas,I can’t seem to find the photo of the back–I had the white stripe and fuzzy tail and everything.
Then I became a teenager, and of course teenagers want nothing more to get a rise out of adults. I accomplished this by snatching an old army jacket of my dad’s and tons of mascara, and voila! I was a zombie-thingy:
Ooh, my mother hated it.:)