Hallowe’en was lots of fun.
I had done a bit of a work for a burlesque dancer here in Bournemouth, who performs by the name of Miss Chastity Cherry - see here and here. Namely, I trimmed a hat for her. (What else?) It was fabulous – she’d bought a basic top hat which I drenched in veiling, satin rosettes, ruching, tulle and sequins, creating a slightly gothic and very aptly Hallowe’en-esque concoction. I’m still waiting on some photographs which she’s promised me, though you can get an idea of what it looked like here. Miss Chastity also does pin-up, you see, and so she said that she’d get some good photographs for me to add to my portfolio.
I went to see her perform accompanied by my wonderful housemate, who is an actress, and very keen on my costuming her. (The last time we went out in fancy dress she let me do victory rolls on the top of her head, and was the only tiger in the room with such a very creative solution to ears…but more on that theme another time.) As it was hallowe’en we had to dress up, and the only idea which had got lodged in my mind was to dress up as a zombie nurse. Serena decided to go for the same idea, and we had a very, very fun afternoon pottering around charity shops and cheap discount shops looking for costuming components – followed by an extremely hectic evening cutting and sewing and dressing frantically (well that was me, I don’t remember what Serena was doing while I was making our costumes…) and then shovelling food down my thoat and running for the bus…
We did our zombie make-up on the bus and made nuse outfits from men’s shirts, child’s white tights, and a kid’s toy nurse kit from QS. I suppose that, considering the height of our hemlines and the fact that *sigh* we were wearing matching outfits, the multitude of extremely dodgy comments from men in the club we went to after the burlesque show were to be expected. But predatory pervs aside – what a grand night! It even ended with walking along an ice-cold beach, shivering, at 4 in the morning – totally sober, and singing Beyonce at the tops of our lungs.

























