while researching fifties wardrobe i came across these.
man, i would love this creepy hand hat and handbag combo.
Thursday, January 29, 2009
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3 comments:
Personally, the birthday cake hat was always my favourite, I could make the other two for you though, seriously.
Problem is, where would you where them? We would have to create Boris Karloff Memorial day, then I could totally do my bride of Frankenstein hair trick. Yeah.
oops...wear them, although if they were ever mislaid one could "where" them I suppose...
i would wear them everywhere, just because it would be so awesome. i'm sure i would get high fives wherever i go with a crab on my head :)
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