So, I had this little sprout of a Halloween costume idea and then it burst fully fledged out of my head and it was going to be perfect. I knew I already had the clothes in my costume stash at my mom's house - oh yes! - so all I needed were accessories and some props. Good times.
All this week at work, the theatre department's costume shop has been having a crazy sale, so I snagged a back-up outfit in case I wanted to mix it up a bit this weekend. I wasn't too crazy about the backup outfit, because it's about 10 sizes too big for me and has that icky "stale old clothes" smell, but it was only $2, so I didn't care too much if I never actually used it. I'm a costume packrat, so I often collect stuff I never use. Thus, I also bought a couple of other iffy pieces, including a shiny turquoise pantsuit for
toastmantom, because you can never have too many of those.
Anyway, I got home tonight and thought I'd try on the ensemble for my mom. I went to the closet to get the dress — it wasn't there. I went to my costume bin — not there. Downstairs in the costume trunk — not there. In the box of fabric? No. I spent 2 hours going nuts trying to find this dress. It was a mystery, a conundrum, a riddle. The one piece I needed was the one missing piece of the puzzle.
My mom was equally bewildered. As we sat there drinking tea and trying to figure out what the hell had happened to the dress, she suddenly said, "Wait! I think the moths got it." And it all came back to me, albeit very slowly. A few years ago, there was a disgusting moth infestation in my closet. A bunch of my clothes I stored up here got completely destroyed. I lost some really nice stuff. And I suddenly recalled that, in fact, the moths ate about half of this dress and we had to trash it. Auuuuugh!
Now I have all of half a day to try and turn the smelly old blechy back-up dress into something cool or else go with the always popular "Ho" option. Bleh.