… GREEN DOES NOT COME OFF EASILY.
I was in a local parade for the Housing residents where I work. I had the bright idea to be Gamora from Guardians of the Galaxy.
Here I am with the wig. I hate wigs. They are glorified hats with an Eff-ton of hair. Hair hats are not a good thing when it is humid and hot in the Deep South. Yes, I said HOT because Louisiana has bipolar weather. The temperature was damn near 80 degrees outside. As far as the hair hat (Wig! I meant wig!) it is a pretty cool looking and I adore the pink at the bottom. The darn thing took forever to get it on straight because, well, I hate wigs. I thought the hair was the hard part. Oh! I was wrong!
***Um, just noticed the two bottles of wine in the background. It looks terrible, but I assure you I do not drink on the job. That was from a Christmas basket a resident gave us. Now if it were a bottle of Tito’s, then that would be a different situation. ***
Hot and Green with Face Paint
Me and my coworker, Star-Lord. I am green and dying from the non-water based makeup I had on. Why didn’t I be Rocket or even the damn Star-Lord? Becoming Gamora took two, I said TWO, greasy green make-up pods to get me that green. I soon realized that complete failure was imminent, I gave up self-smothering my pores when my friends brought in another hated green container and my dream of being on Skin Wars as a “Woman of a Certain Age” model will never become my reality. In the end, the kids loved us, and they all recognized “Gamora”, not “The She-Hulk” even with her glasses on and her advanced age.
I am still trying to get the green off my skin.
🙂
I did this for the enjoyment of the kids. Next year I will watch the parade because I am sure I will still be trying to get this green shit off my face. 🙂