Babies Dressed As Star Wars Characters

Yesterday, I showed a bunch of adorable baby animal Halloween costumes. I don’t consider these to be Halloween costumes. No. These are just baby clothes. Because I definitely plan on naming my first son Han Solo, my first daughter will be Mon Mothma, and my next kid will be named Leiackbar. S/he will one day be an Admiral, hopefully.

I know Baby Chewie looks a little like he got kicked out of Priscilla, Queen of the Desert, but… no, I got nothing. Baby Chewie just looks like he got kicked out of Priscilla, Queen of the Desert. And turned into a plushie. But let’s not get into that in a discussion of babies.

You know, I am unemployed right now, so if you don’t want to get the whole costume, I’ll make you the wig. In exchange for money.

Baby Halloween Costumes

Halloween is nigh (ish) upon us, and if you (like me) don’t have your costume set upon, you need to get cracking. Since I don’t have mine decided, I’ve been looking at Halloween costumes for babies. Growing up, I think I only had one storebought costume (Supergirl, in case you’re wondering), and I’m pretty sure it was a) pajamas, and b) a hand-me-down. I wore the crap out of that outfit, as well as all ones that my mom either painstakingly or haphazardly made me. Once I got older and made my own costumes, I wore the crap out of them too, but that was more because I usually made them out of my own clothes or our dress-up chest, and I have always had a kind of… unusual fashion sense. In fact, just the other day, my mom “offered” to get me some clothes to wear to our Thanksgiving family reunion this year, because apparently I usually embarrass her with the clothes I choose. In the words of Stephanie “Step On Me” Tanner, how rude.

Anyway. Baby Halloween costumes. For the record, these are all adorable, but I do not condone prostitot costumes. Not kidding, I saw a baby showgirl costume. That’s disgusting, and also that baby kind of looks like Bat Boy. But don’t worry, parents and people who like adorable things, there are plenty of age appropriate and INSANELY CUTE costumes. Most of them are animals.

Tom Selleck

My parents are not “squares.” Is that a lame way to say that they’re kind of cool, without admitting that my parents are kind of cool? I think it is, but I really am not interested in saying that I think my parents are cool. But yeah, they kind of are. According to my mom, they were really cool before I was born, even though I know way more people who do coke than my mom did when she was my age. Yeah, I judge how cool I am by how many cokeheads I’m friends with, with bonus points for how many times people offer me coke. For the record, that was once, but I’m still taking my bonus points whenever I feel low.

Slouchy hats

Or, why I wish I had Kirsten Dunst’s head. I don’t envy her much right now, with that whole scandal over her “lying” about why she went to rehab, but I do wish I had her headshape. To be honest, I love Kirsten Dunst. Total girlcrush. I can’t help it, and I absolutely do not understand why people on the internet don’t like her. Maybe because most of my friends, if they were celebrities, would be derided on the internet for being alcoholic and/or drug-addicted hipsters, I just find Kiki so relatable. That’s probably why I keep trying to wear the slouchy hats that she’s practically trademarked.

Jacket Weather

Today it is cold. It’s May 27 and about 50 degrees out. And except for a few days (mostly yesterday when it was almost 90!), it’s been in the 50s and low 60s here in Chicago for most of this month. The month of May. But I don’t really mind, because even though it’s unseasonable and I wish that it was a little bit warmer, this is my favorite kind of weather. It’s jacket weather.

Sundresses

I’ve never really been much of a dress girl. Actually, as far as I can remember I’ve never really been much of a dress girl. I’m wearing dresses – really frilly, girly, positively adorable dresses – in at least half of my non-Halloween childhood pictures. At some point, I think around first grade, I stopped wearing dresses. I don’t remember why. Maybe something really traumatic happened to me on the playground involving a dress. I’m not sure. The only memories I have involving both dresses and playgrounds involving twirling in said dresses on said playgrounds. I think I have one where I was running around, but then I just start twirling again. What can I say? If I was writing this as a five year old, twirling would be entry #1. But this isn’t about twirling. I don’t like twirling too much now – my skirts are much less twirly, it’s not as adorable when people see my underpants (which also no longer have the Superman logo on the butt), and I fall down too much. But I love sundresses.