Adult Mustard Fancy Dress Costume
We were mustard."At the utterance of these words, our lives flashed before us (all eight years!), the wind seemed to grow stronger and more erratic, as our preconceived notions about what it meant to be human whipped around our little noggins like the leaves in the wind around us.Nearly two decades later, we have long since figured it all out: the intricacies of navigating a melting pot of the world's sauces (sriracha, ranch, curry, aioli and more), the best corn dogs to carry in our messenger bags, and perhaps most importantly, that one's "sauce" isn't a lifestyle choice nor a hard-and-fast this or that—rather, it lies on a spectrum, perhaps from mere Yellow to the zippiest Spanish Brown. We knew we were mustard and we knew that somewhere else out in the world, there were more mustards like us—some spicy, some a tad sweet—but at their core, in the deepest recesses of their soul, they were merely mustards like us.