In addition to being a Hooters overachiever, I am evidently also a Halloween overachiever. I mean not only did I spend about fifteen hours making my Buzz Lightyear costume, I am also making Dreamy the most realistic Woody costume ever. Now before you jump to the conclusion that I'm "one of those" girlfriends, I'll have you know that it was HIS idea to dress up as Woody. Of course while it was his idea, it's been my idea to execute. I am probably too nice.
So here I am on my Friday night - yes, my Friday is a Monday - dying a shirt yellow in a huge bucket. It seems they don't sell bright yellow shirts for men. At least not for 6'8, giant men. Of course rather than buy a light yellow shirt I had to go all out and bust out the Rit dye. My fingers are crossed that I don't get it all over my studio apartment.
In addition to the dying, I am going to painstakingly draw red lines all over the shirt with a fabric pen because everything I do has to be accurate. I am already expecting hand cramps and future arthritis. I also made him a cow-print vest. And spurs. And a working pull-string (yeah that one took awhile to figure out).
Oh and did I mention I made the most legitimate, amazing, nerdy-but-cool Hannah Montana costume ever worn by a 24-year-old once. Well, I did. That's how big this problem has become.
Dear Lord, help me in my addiction to costume perfection. You can start by helping me win lots of costume contests at every bar we end up in. I figure it's only fair, Lord.
After putting this post up, and looking at that picture of Buzz and Woody, I realized we have just about the proper height difference for these characters. And my boyfriend has a big head (size 8 plus here). This is going to be so awesome. Just ignore the Brokeback undertones of two generally male characters dating.