Okay, I'm now hiding in my apartment with the lights off as I have run out of candy. I had an OBSCENE amount of candy and yet it is all gone. I think we're a very popular block. In fact, I heard at least one parent tonight say that this block was the best one. There were lots of folks out in front of their brownstones on my street. I even saw flashes of a strobe light and heard spooky noises down a ways, so some folks were getting fancy.
I was not fancy. I DID put my flamingo in his witch costume and stuck him in the planter out in my front courtyard. And I tossed a sarong around my waist, threw on a silk flower lei and my flip flops to pass for a costume. One girl actually told me she liked my costume. Another told me she was from Hawai'i. Of course, I didn't look like I was from Hawai'i. I looked like a frat boy at a luau kegger. But, whatever works.
There were all sorts of kids and parents out tonight. Way too many parents were yakking on their cell phones instead of talking to their kids for my taste, but I'm into parental bonding. There were plenty of parents following along doing the "What do you say?" "Trick or Treat!" "Now what do you say?" "Thank You." routine that I love. And a few kids wanted to pick and choose their candy. Which seemed a bit much to me. Well, except one kid who couldn't eat nuts. Poor thing must have had to tell that to every house he hit. And one cute little boy dressed as a ninja got a mini-nerds and a mini-chocolate bar from me but gave back the mini-chocolate bar as he couldn't eat chocolate. How cute. He was very sweet and polite about it. So I gave him a mini-lollipop.
I love Halloween. It's not my favorite holiday, but a it's good one when I can hand out candy to cute kids. And even not so cute kids. And even not so much kids. Still fun.
My Mom was always great about costumes for me when I was a kid and was still trick or treating. I think I started out as a witch, at least as far back as my memory goes. Who knows what tortures were inflicted upon me as a baby. Eventually I wanted to look "pretty" for Halloween and Mom came through with a darling princess costume. The dress was nice enough but I LOVED the hat. It was conical and best of all had a gauzy piece of fabric draping down from it. So princessy. Back before my tiara obsession had kicked in.
One year, I think I told my mother I wanted to be a Twix bar. I am not really sure why. Maybe Mom came up with the idea. Either way, the woman put in some effort with that costume, finding the perfect metallic material, carefully stenciling on the orange letters and sewing it all together. She even put a patch on the back with 35 cents written on it to serve as a price tag. But I wore that costume for several years, and towards the end of its life the price tag was hitting me right on my butt. And in the fifth grade or so, boys would come up to me with 35 cents in their hands. Took me a little while to figure it out. Bad little boys!
I believe it was sixth grade when I fell in love with Gone With the Wind and asked Mom to make me a Southern Belle for Halloween. Of course she did it. I'm still not totally sure how. I know she got an old prom dress from the Air Force Base Thrift Shop and altered it to fit me. And I know at one point she was trying to make the hoop from several wire hangers twisted together. I think she may have ended up sewing something kind of pipe into the hem to make a hoop. Whatever it was, it worked beautifully and I LOVED that dress. She even took the extra fabric to make me a pretty little bag for the candy and an eye mask on a stick. I was so fancy. All lacy and ruffled with curls in my hair. The only draw back was when the boys realized they could drop to the ground, roll under my dress and I couldn't do a thing about it. I tried sitting to stop them, but then the skirt just flew up in the air and I flashed everyone. Boys try and ruin all the best Halloween costumes. Bad little boys!
Thanks, Mom, for all those great costumes. So much better than the goofy ones I do these days; The Country Music Awards, Cher Impersonator, Frat Boy at Luau Kegger... Maybe you'll do my costume for next year?
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