It's Me, Sara Louise

We’re going to a Halloween party. Brother-in-Law and his fiance (that’s right, Brother-in-Law is getting married too… must be something in the water here)  are having a Halloween party.
(Oh, and 18 year old fiance will henceforth be known as Child Bride).

They had one last year but we didn’t go. I had only been here a month and at the time Child Bride was only 17 and all her friends were going to be there and my 30+ year old self had no desire to party with a bunch of French teenagers.
(That evening ended with The Husband and I being woken up at 2am by loud banging outside. Honey Jr was standing on some one’s shoulders, banging on our bedroom shutters with a large stick. I have no idea what possessed him to do this. Heaven forbid he’s separated from The Husband for one whole evening).

But this year, since Child Bride is basically my little sister, and I’m a kind soul, I’ve agreed to grace them with my presence. Aren’t they lucky.
But, I have to dress up. I used to love getting dressed up for things and would have no problem spending money on a costume, but with Christmas around the corner (64 days kids!) and it only being a small party in Le Petit Village, I’d prefer to keep my wallet closed.

So, my wonderful peeps, this is where you come in… I need help figuring out what to wear. These are the ideas floating around in my wee head…


Inspector Gadget. I have the trench coat, black tie, white shirt, and black trousers. The only thing is, I’m missing a fedora, so don’t know if it would work. I mean Gadget is all about the hat, no?


I could Toga myself with a white sheet, gold strappy sandals and some gold ribbon. But, a couple of problems with this; 1. I’m not sure how my toga wrapping skills are, and 2. remember, Le Petit Village used to be a Roman market town in BC blah blah and it will be Halloween. I don’t want to wake up any Roman ghosts that might be about.  No point in disturbing the spirits just because some dead toga wearer is jealous of my look.


Soccer player. (I’d much rather be a rugby player but don’t have a rugby jersey that small). This one’s pretty easy; a jersey from Honey Jr (we’re practically twinkies in the size department), shorts, soccer socks, and voila, I’m Beckham (minus the hotness).


A 50s/60s housewife…. blouse, pencil skirt, stilettos, red lips and pearls, and one of my vintage tea aprons. Plus, it’s an ironic nod to my current station in life. (and maybe I could pop a mother’s little helper; for the sake of authenticity of course).


Blair Waldorf (and for anyone that doesn’t watch Gossip Girl, she’s on it. And you really should. XOXO b*tches).  Problem with this one…. according to The Husband, nobody would ‘get it’. My response, “I don’t care”. It would be an opportunity to wear some of my clothes that never get worn. And if I didn’t add the requisite, Blair headband, I’d basically be going as the old me, as in pre-Le Petit Village me, aka, Fabulous Girl. Put a grey Goose martini in my hand and color me happy.
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What do you think?