The Frustrating Start
Okay, so Halloween is creeping up, right? I decided late this year – classic me. Saw the new Birds of Prey movie ages ago and Margot Robbie’s Harley is just… iconic. Figured, how hard could it be to throw that look together? Spoiler: trickier than it looks.
Diving Into the Hunt
Started like everyone else – dove headfirst into my closet. Found a ripped white tee, okay cool. Dug out some really short denim shorts. Already felt kinda silly standing there, but hey, commitment. Next, the hunt for red and blue stuff. That’s where the headache began.
Grabbed this old blue jacket I never wear anymore. Not quite Harley’s shiny bomber, but hey, it’s blue! Tore the sleeves off rough with scissors. Looked messy. Good enough for “Puddin’” vibes, right? Needed that bright red under layer. Found an old cheap red tank top – bingo. Tied a knot low in front, kinda like hers.
The Accessory Nightmare
This is where the real fun started. Where do you even find gold chains thick enough? Raided my junk drawer, my wife’s jewelry box, even my kid’s toy chest. Found this thin, cheap gold necklace. Pitiful. Then remembered some Mardi Gras beads buried deep in the decorations box. Jackpot! Cut a few longer strands and layered them over the thin necklace. Instantly better.
Next mission: the belt. Harley’s chain belt is low-slung madness. Found a plain black belt. Needed chains and rings. Scrounged around the garage. Found a small keychain with a big ring and a short chain. Perfect! Used pliers to detach the keyring part. Took an old dog leash too – clipped off the metal clasp ring part. More rings! Hauled everything inside and attacked the belt:
- Drilled two ugly holes near the belt buckle with the biggest bit I could find.
- Shoved the keyring loop through one hole.
- Hooked the dog leash ring onto the keyring loop.
- Dangled the chain part from the dog leash ring.
- Realized it looked lopsided. Panicked slightly.
- Drilled a hole on the other side and shoved another big key ring loop through it for “balance”.
Not movie-accurate? Who cares! It jingles. Success.
The Weapon & Final Touches
Everyone knows Harley needs her bat. Didn’t have a pink one lying around. Found my kid’s old blue plastic baseball bat. Close enough. Spray-painted it the brightest pink I could find at the hardware store. Did three rushed coats. Fingerprints everywhere. Called it “distressed”.
Makeup… oh god, the makeup. Grabbed a white foundation way too light for me. Slapped it on thick around my eyes, blending? Nah. Went for messy raccoon vibes. Smudged black eyeliner everywhere. Used this ancient bright red lipstick that felt like chalk. Drew the heart over my eye – first attempt looked like a blob. Second try? Slightly less blobby. Acceptable.
Hair was the final battle. My natural hair is dark, not even close to platinum. Found an old blonde pigtail wig hidden deep in a costume box. Looked cheap and tangled. Sprayed the ends blue and pink from leftover spray paint. Looked horrible and smelled like chemicals. Perfection! Messed it up wildly on purpose.
Throwing it All Together
So there I stood, in my ripped tee, tiny shorts, my Franken-bomber jacket, layered gold mess around my neck, chains rattling from my hacked-up belt, holding a sticky pink bat, looking like a clown exploded on my face, with wig hair smelling like poison. Took a selfie. Grinned like a maniac. Yeah buddy. Not Margot Robbie, but definitely Harley Quinn. Mission messy accomplished.
Lesson? Scrounge, hack, glue, spray, and own the chaos. That’s the real Harley spirit!
