The last Halloween that I wore a store bought costume I was 2.
My mother was great and would rummage through her closet to transform me into Cleopatra, a punk rocker, or a lady wrestler in under 10 minutes.
On a thrifting trip in August I spied a pair of brand new coveralls relatively close to my size. I was a little hung up on their high price tag, $12.99, but once I had the vision it couldn't be ignored.
I had to be Rosie the Riveter.
Sorry to deny you the pleasure of seeing my actual bulging bicep but I was a little chilly.
I had to do some simple alterations for a better fit which included taking in the waist (this sounds hard but I cheated.) I made a quicky head scarf from scrap fabric in the studio, set my hair on curlers and hit my nails with some vintage looking pale pink polish.
I searched through my collection of punk pins looking for something that would do the costume justice and I almost couldn't believe what I found. Pinned to the right side of my collar was a pink pin that read : A woman's place is everywhere. Rosie couldn't have said it better herself.