Bad Betty

So I struggled into some panty hose, used a bottle of industrial strength hairspray and clipped on my earrings. Insert drink and cigarette (not shown here, but an integral part of the costume) and I became Betty Draper.  26 weeks pregnant, strutting (well, limping by the end of the night) around with a cigarette in my hand. . .it was a huge party and I got some confused looks.  My obstetrician was there and thought it was hilarious, however. 

When I got home, I tried to get a better picture of my dress- I think I will have it altered and sport it regularly once this bun is out of its oven.  The coat had to stay on all night as during said struggle with panty hose, I bent over and heard the splitting of a already broken vintage zipper.  Stiff tailored brocade dresses from the mid-sixties plus 6.5 month pregnant belly- not the best match.  Who'd of thunk it?

So, I got safety pinned up, threw on a coat, and rolled with it.

I really wanted a drink though.

I hope y'all have a lovely Halloween, and eat massive amounts of candy!  Fill me in on costumes please. Note- I am afraid I did not push mine far enough, as when I sent the top picture to Mama- she thought I was just going out on the town, and did not realize I was in costume.  Hmmmpphh.