An e-mail I recently received from Buy.com asked the deceptively simple question, "What will you be this Halloween?"
That quandary was immediately and permanently addressed within the body of that very e-mail, in the form of a timeless treasure buried beneath a pile of boring, foolish, or even mildly ridiculous costumes: "A Sexy Wizard of Oz Cowardly Lion!"
Just in case one did not immediately grasp the magic inherent in those words, they included a siren song for the eyes:
Seems astonishingly obvious once you hear it and see it laid out like this, doesn't it? I mean, right here you have the very heart* of the film if not of the original book series itself! The whole narrative, this fictional universe, it all begins to collapse without the hefty weight of the Cowardly Lion's sex appeal anchoring it all --unspoken, undescribed, unobserved... possibly nonexistent-- and yet I'll bet you never once thought of it before now. Genius. Just genius.
Now, granted, the "sexiness" of this particular creation is highly dependent on the nature of the clay used to craft it, but I'm pretty confident I have the body to pull it off. The only real stumbling block to my undisputed ownership of this and all future Halloweens is the fact that it's currently on sale for $77.
I may have to let some pretender claim my throne, for that price. Or else, hmmmm... what would one of those craft bloggers do?
I'm off to find where I left my tan Spanx bodysuit and faux-fur boots 'n' muff!
* Tin Woodman be damned. Again.