I like being nouns for halloween. The year I moved to NYC I was a beaded curtain. One of these years I’m going to be a doormat. (A boy can dream, right?) This year I was a ball of yarn.
It was a super fun costume, tho in retrospect I should have put styrofoam or a balloon in the middle – there’s about 15 pounds of yarn on my head, which made dancing at party we went to totally difficult. My favorite part was Amanda (who’s rocking the closest thing I could find to a kitten hand-puppet) unraveling me on the subway home.