My fridge magnet collection:
(from top left: brain, zombie head, heart, lungs with trachea, and stomach with small and large intestines)
Made from Crayola© ModelMagic™ and reclaimed hard drive magnets.
For this year's costume, I was inspired by this guy:
Yes, he's death-incarnate in a cute, cuddly, form only found in the finest corporate Chinese sweat-shops. He was also in my field of vision as I was pondering what I would be for Halloween this year.
I made some rough measurements, did some in-depth analysis, pored over various images (not porn) and got a list of materials together (okay, some porn).
I didn't know how to use the sewing machine (honestly, it's the only machine that still intimidates me), so I sprang for the black hooded robe at the local Halloween costume store. The rest, I was determined to make on my own. I fashioned a paper-mache jawline by using a mixing bowl mold, made a skull wireframe using coat hangers, and draped everything with a white terrycloth towel. I did know how to stitch, so needle and thread bound the towel-skin to the frame.
The eye-sockets are just plain black felt. The nose is a piece of black plastic mesh - usually found on exterior screen doors and windows.
I also made white "mitts" for my hands using the rest of the white towel. Fold the towel in half, trace a pattern, cut it out (so you have two mirror-images), sew the edges together and turn inside-out to hide the seam.
1. Apply a strip of duct tape onto the window-screen. Make sure the tape is long enough for the desired pattern.
2. Flip over the screen and apply a second strip of duct tape. You should now have a duct-tape "sandwich" with the screen material in the middle of the two strips of tape.
3. Use scissors to cut out the pattern. Peel the tape off of the mesh when done.
OMG, so spooky. Seriously, Death just wants a hug.
I liked this project because I felt more-connected with the whole Halloween experience by hand-making (most of) my costume. With each stitch, I felt more
psychotic festive and nostalgic. I was in a place before Wal-Mart and pre-formed synthetics.
Okay, you can stop staring at my duct-tape crotch now.