Happy Halloween: Confessions of a Candy Queen

The confession part is that I bought one of those tacky bagged Halloween costumes, the very anathema of creative people.  The candy part is obvious.  And hopefully somewhat vindicating. 

The bf and I had a Halloween party to go to, and he went as the Monopoly Man to my Candy Land.  (He's a little camera-shy, though, so I spared him from co-starring in this post.)  Now, you'd think that a Candy Land costume would involve either a giant game board-looking thing that you slip over your head or the garb of a character from the game, such as Princess Lollipop or Queen Frostine.  But that wasn't the case.  Much like a kid wearing a shapeless plastic jumpsuit emblazoned with Mighty Morphin Power Rangers instead of an actual ranger suit, I donned a dress decorated with Candy Land game board graphics.  And at first glance I wasn't impressed.  Anyone out there who's ever bought a canned costume knows what I mean.  I was looking to make it more . . . well, me.  So I busted out my trusty lime green Hue tights and ginormous handmade Crazy for Kawaii bib necklace.  Having said no to the silly-ass hat that came with the costume, I added a pink tulle hair bow as well as my Kohl's rainbow stretch bracelets, my own handmade dessert eraser ring, my Betseyville wedges, and a faux clutch made from real jumbo button candy.  After a fruitless search for a giant lollipop, I stumbled upon the button candy in the holiday gift section of JCPenney (even the salesgirl said, "We sell these?").  It was the bf's idea to transform it into a pretend purse.  I made that happen by gluing a candy sheet onto either side of the cardboard that came in the packaging and topping it off with a beribboned accent.  Fellow partygoers kept asking me why I wasn't eating the candy.  I replied that it was pretty untasty.  Not, of course, that that stopped me from eating a bunch at home.