While I love Halloween, there’s not much going on at our house this year. In fact, for the last few years, we’ve been opting out of the neighbourhood candy distribution. There’s just no point. We’re the last house on a dead end street and so few kids seem to be willing to make the long journey, all the way to the end of the cul-du-sac.
I used to do all the standard Halloween things. I’d carve a pumpkin and buy bags of candy. Then, I’d sit by the door and wait for the trick or treaters with my big bowl of miniature chocolate bars. With the exception of a handful of children, our doorbell would remain silent. We’d then be left with copious amounts of candy to supplement our already questionable diets.
So, now we’re the jerks who hide in the basement with the lights off. Although, if previous years are any indication, I doubt anyone will notice.
I really do love halloween though – especially dressing up. I love costumes. Since I didn’t dress up this year, I thought I’d share a few costumes from Halloweens past.
Here I am, circa 1979, as Little Red Riding Hood. I think this is one of my favourite costumes ever. The dress was light blue polyester and about ten sizes too big. The cape was soft and velvety. I loved the hell out of that cape.
Incidentally, the improvised basket candy bag is a waste basket that currently resides in our bedroom. It’s probably older than me. I love things that were made to last.
In the first grade, I wore the classic witch costume. I’m sure almost every girl has phoned it in with this one at least once in their lives.
Enough about my costumes. I stole this photo from my sister-in-law’s Facebook album:
I had to. It was just too cute not to be shared.
Jeremy is the devil. Seriously adorable!