Hagrid and His Dorothy

sweater: H&M   dress: Ross   belt: thrifted   necklace: handmade    leggings: Windsor   bag: thrifted     shoes: thrifted

Matt and I were invited to a Halloween party this weekend and we had no idea what we were going to be. We were too lazy to go buy costumes, because planning…bleh. So Saturday night thirty minutes before the party we started wandering around the house, pulling things out of our closet and saying, “Does this look like (insert dull lame costume here)?” As Matt was digging around in his closet he pulled out three giant braids of old man hair, for one second he had a glimmering moment unto Mary Poppins and her carpet bag and I was like, “Whaaaa????? And how and when did this old man hair come to find solace in our closet Matt?” The next thing I know Matt is using all of the headbands I own to fashion a little old man wig out of these braids, and as he chops away at this massive pile of hair with my craft scissors he ponders to himself, “Who’s a famous hairy old man?? I mean I could just be homeless??? Or like I could just be an old man with lots of hair…” So creative that one. So as he gets his beard all trashy and cray cray looking he grabs his hiking back pack and old torn up jeans and then just stands there in front of the mirror….probably dreaming of the day when he can grow such treacherous facial hair. Guys, the poor boy needed help. He just had a mop of hair and a backpack, like he literally just looked like Dora the Explorer's crazy uncle….if she had one….and wouldn't Dora The Explorer be so much better if there was a crazy hairy uncle involved! So I came to him, my poor hairy man, and parted his giant mop of old man hair so I could see his eyes and said, “HAGRID!!! YOU HAVE TO BE HAGRID!!” To which he chortled, “Sarah, then I would need a staff and a wizard cape.” And after I disowned him for confusing Hagrid and Gandolf the Gray we found him a leather coat and one of my fur vests and at best he looked like Hagrid’s starving son but guys, can you believe that he came up with this in 30 minutes. I mean like FAH REAAAALS! In other boring news I was Dorothy and Indie was my Todo. But I mean really, it was a miracle that I had the dress just laying around, so here’s to miracles and also to Matt almost dying of a heat stroke from sitting in this here suffocation trap for three hours at the party. The End.

*Slight side note, the highlight of my night was everyone at the party referring to Matt as, “The hair” the entire night. Oh and also Matt whispering to me as we played murder, “I think my face is chaffing.”

And also a picture of Matt in all of his glory, because ya know.