But first, here's me with pink hair.
Which, by the way, turned out to be totally worth it since the juniors won Rep Your Class Day for best spirit and participation. Even if people did stare at me a little bit on the Metro and in downtown DC that night when I went to Barnes & Noble and had dinner with Val. It did come out in just one wash, though it wouldn't have mattered so much for the next day, since it was wacky tacky day. Oh yes, Internet, I was wacky and tacky. (Not pictured.)
On Saturday, we were going to a Halloween party. The couple having the party had been over one time when I made those Oreo treats and then when we went to a dinner party at their house, I brought s'mores brownies. So I have a certain baking-related reputation to uphold where they're concerned. Fortunately, these owl cupcakes seem to have done the trick.
I stole this idea from Pinterest. Of course, in that picture there wasn't chocolate dust on all of the cream centers, but after the frustration that was trying to get one side off with the cream fully intact, I certainly did not have patience left for trying to remove crumbs. Also, I needed to get into my costume so we could go to the party.
That is unintentional midriff right there. In fact, when Raj had first tied the sari, there was both midriff and back showing and I informed him that I Was Not Leaving The House Like That so he redid it for better coverage. The above photo, though, is post-party and thus, post-sangria. Sangria that I of course spilled on my sari because you cannot take me anywhere dressed in beautiful and difficult to clean fabrics.
By the way, nobody at the party got the theme of our costume until we told them. The inspiration for it had been the way that I was looking for an excuse to wear my sari. Raj brought it back from India last Christmas and I got the blouse made for an Indian wedding we were supposed to go to. But then we were victims of last minute guest list trimming and I needed somewhere else to wear it.
Though the lady making my blouse gave me the hard sell on buying additional saris from her by telling me that I could wear them out to dinner! People do that! I believed her, but also thought probably those people are a little less pasty than I am, putting the saris into a little bit better context. And also, God forbid I should eat in it. Tikka masala sauce everywhere! (Tikka masala, for I am wimpy regarding the spices! See also: white lady from Wisconsin.)
Plus, while it looks like you could eat as much as you wanted in a sari, it's actually quite binding. There's a petticoat under there that you have to tie extremely, extremely tightly because the whole thing staying up depends on it being tucked into that drawstring waist. Indian ladies: I don't know how you do it. When we got home, I was back in jeans before you could say Dry Clean Only.
Happy Halloween, Internet! I hope the Great Pumpkin brings you everything you asked for!