After my bitch and moan session in last week’s blog post, I figured y’all deserved to see the evidence.
Here we are, all geared up as Daphne and Velma. Fyi, the Daphne costume came from eBay, and the only thing Annika really liked about it was the wig. She LOVES this wig. I think it’s because she can flip her hair around and feel it on her shoulders. Who doesn’t love that?
The rest of the costume was not accurate enough. The dress is all wrong. And it came with boots! “Mom, Daphne doesn’t wear boots. She wears high heels!” Or, in this case, tennis shoes that light up when you walk. I think they look better than the boots, too, Annika.
However, she now wants me to go find her a proper Daphne dress, you know one that looks like this:
And not one that looks like a drag queen. (This is, by the way, the actual adult version of this costume. It’s kind of torturous, don’t you think?)
I bought all of my stuff at thrift stores with the exception of the socks, which I got at Academy (a sporting gear store. Think, softball knee socks.) And so since Annika wants to do this again for Halloween, with the proper outfit, I figure I might as well do Velma up properly and go find myself an orange turtleneck.