This it today's topic for our Thursday blog project. The topic is Halloween.
When I was a kid I loved Halloween. The excitement of being something different than normal. I would spend months dreaming up the perfect costume. In all honesty, I don't remember what I wanted to be anymore, but I am confident I did not want to be a gypsy every year. Every year my mother would dress me up as a gypsy.
I would wear a Foley skirt, a scarf in my hair and a bunch of my mom's costume jewelry. While I don't remember what my dreams were, I do know that I was disappointed every year when I would ask my mom to make me a special costume, just like my friend's parents did. I would have even settled for a store bought one. (Funny, my kids would not be caught dead in a handmade costume now.)
One year, I was probably in 4th or 5th grade, I was sick and tired of having my costume dreams dashed, so I dreamt up a costume that I could make. I was snoopy. Here was the plan, I would wear my white jeans. (Never said I was a fashion diva.) My mom said I could paint a black spot on the back of a white shirt. I would use the white face makeup that my brother had from an old Halloween costume to paint my face white and use my mom's eyeliner for a black nose. My hair in pigtails for the ears and a tail out of felt. I worked all the details out, my mom could not say no.
This would be a good place to say my mom did say no, and that I had all sorts of childhood angst about this issue. But, I really didn't have that sort of childhood. She wasn't down with me using her eyeliner, so she bought me some black face makeup to use.
I was over the moon excited that I finally had a cool costume. I was so proud of the idea, the fact that I made it and it all came together. I wish I had a picture.
EVERY single house I went to, not one person had any idea what I was. NO ONE. Not a single freakin' person figured it out. House after house after house, I explained what I was. In the beginning I went through the whole story about how I concocted the idea. By the end, I just answered the question, took my candy and moved on.
After that, I was a gypsy.
Want to see what the other ladies have to say about Halloween? Check them out at Froggie, Momarock, Merrylandgirl.
When I was a kid I loved Halloween. The excitement of being something different than normal. I would spend months dreaming up the perfect costume. In all honesty, I don't remember what I wanted to be anymore, but I am confident I did not want to be a gypsy every year. Every year my mother would dress me up as a gypsy.
I would wear a Foley skirt, a scarf in my hair and a bunch of my mom's costume jewelry. While I don't remember what my dreams were, I do know that I was disappointed every year when I would ask my mom to make me a special costume, just like my friend's parents did. I would have even settled for a store bought one. (Funny, my kids would not be caught dead in a handmade costume now.)
One year, I was probably in 4th or 5th grade, I was sick and tired of having my costume dreams dashed, so I dreamt up a costume that I could make. I was snoopy. Here was the plan, I would wear my white jeans. (Never said I was a fashion diva.) My mom said I could paint a black spot on the back of a white shirt. I would use the white face makeup that my brother had from an old Halloween costume to paint my face white and use my mom's eyeliner for a black nose. My hair in pigtails for the ears and a tail out of felt. I worked all the details out, my mom could not say no.
This would be a good place to say my mom did say no, and that I had all sorts of childhood angst about this issue. But, I really didn't have that sort of childhood. She wasn't down with me using her eyeliner, so she bought me some black face makeup to use.
I was over the moon excited that I finally had a cool costume. I was so proud of the idea, the fact that I made it and it all came together. I wish I had a picture.
EVERY single house I went to, not one person had any idea what I was. NO ONE. Not a single freakin' person figured it out. House after house after house, I explained what I was. In the beginning I went through the whole story about how I concocted the idea. By the end, I just answered the question, took my candy and moved on.
After that, I was a gypsy.
Want to see what the other ladies have to say about Halloween? Check them out at Froggie, Momarock, Merrylandgirl.
LOL!!! This made me laugh!!!! Great story!
ReplyDeletelove it! i wish you did have a picture of your costume too. kudos on being creative!
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