Happy Dia de los Muertos, interpals! Or as I like to think of it, "Colorful Sugar Skull Hangover Day."
This year, Baron XIII and I decided to bring some black magic realness to our costume efforts. Inspired by Swedish occult metallers Ghost, I spent around 24 hours cutting, ironing, sewing, and hot-gluing this outfit from scratch. I was really pleased with the reactions to the costume, and the best moments were when a few fellow Ghost fans expressed their approval at my sartorial selection.
During our wanderings, we met a guy dressed as one of the Blind Dead, who was super-happy that we recognized he was dressed as one of the Blind Dead. It was the Doomiest Halloween Ever.
No Halloween is complete with a single costume, so I carried the occult theme through to our Friday-night party. One could say I have a habit of collecting nun uniforms, if one really liked bad puns.
Baron XIII opted for a post-apocalyptic raider outfit, made of stuff lying around the house. We... have a lot stranger stuff lying around the house than most people, I think.