Got this from my favorite store on Main Street, SHOWTIME COSTUMES. What makes this place one of the best shops to visit is its old tenebrous two-story house where the jittery mindwarp takes place once you set foot past the door ringer. The store is run by this old lady (owner) and her granddaughter (I think, or her daughter). The owner’s name is Nikki and she is wicked cool; I italicize that word because she reminds me of this mysterious zingara who owns a fortune-telling/hypnosis tavern downstairs in the bleak basement where the hopeless souls find themselves trapped in her scrying pool. Wouldn’t be surprised if this was true, but regardless, she is COOL. Anyway, the place is jam-packed with crackloads of costumes, masks, and random severed heads dangling from the ceilings, which I like to call the chandelier of horror. The King Kong prop is like the best item that they have up for sale - if I had the money, I would totally place King Kong in the corner of my bedroom and perhaps sleep in his arms during the drunken weekends.
After rummaging through the stockpiles of small costume items, the sheep mask was certainly THE one that caught my attention. Very innocent looking mask worn by the most sinful beings on earth, such as myself. The eerie dichotomous characteristics of this concept has painfully penetrated its way into my head like a freight train.
It also reminded me of what cognitive dissonance might look symbolically, which also reminds me…I should get a Fox mask at some point because this whole thing is sucking me back to my Aesop childhood.
