My younger sister Nellie and I discovered a love of vintage costuming at the same time, that time being about nine o'clock at night. Of course, we immediately started charging camera batteries and throwing together a costume. We didn't really made it so much as assemble it--the only handmade part is the cap, and of course the hair and makeup.
Which was done with a curling iron on my family's straight-as-a-stick, yes-my-grandmother-was-Asian hair. Which took forever. And which I am never doing again. She can roll it overnight.
Anyway. Here are the photos. (It was very much a spur of the moment shoot, in poor light, and the photos were taken by yours truly. I'm very sorry about the resulting photo quality.)
Then we dug up an old locket, and I told her to look sad and pretend she had a boyfriend who was away fighting.
The whole time, she kept saying, "I don't do sad! You've seen me act! I can't act sad!" and I kept saying, "Shut up! Just try!"
By this time it was past midnight and we were both really tired, and when she invented a submariner boyfriend who had been killed, she got so worked up she started crying real tears.
Now she's in a teen theater company.
What do you think? Comments and criticisms are much appreciated!