Thursday, November 1, 2018

Halloween Blues

Ah, it’s Halloween. Or rather, the day after Halloween, but I've got a Halloween memory to share with you.

Every year it creeps up on me. Like it’s October 1 and then PRESTO! It’s October 31 and those costumes I was going to make for my two children aren’t done. 

Every year. 

The only thing that has changed is that I now have to mail Halloween treats to my adult children. Yes, you read that correctly. I mail Halloween treats to my 29 and 30 year old daughters every year. Well, this year they are 29 and 30. Last year they were only 28 and 29. I mean, they aren’t 29 and 30 every year. But you get what I mean.

And my son in law. Of course I include him. But only because I don’t want him to feel slighted. Realistically, I know that he thinks getting Halloween treats in the mail from your mother when you are an adult is incredibly silly, because he was raised in a proper family where one is actually taught that one should grow up at a certain point in their lives. 

I, however, do not believe in growing up and so I, personally, have not grown up and have not advocated the growing up of my children.

Anyway, back to my dilemma. 

Each year Halloween would pop out of no-where and even though I would have a great concept for costumes for the girls, I would not have actually made them…yet. The yet is the crucial word, for I always managed to get them made. I think the only year I used a pre-made costume was the year Alexandra went trick or treating as Santa Claus. Other than that, I always made their costumes. At the last possible minute.

One year I had decided they should be Crayola Crayons. The girls agreed that was a fun idea, and so, in my head, I planned the entire costume. When Halloween arrived it was a rainy, dreary day. At the end of my work day, I stopped at the local variety store and picked up some poster board, then got the girls from daycare and we headed home. 

Thankfully, this would be a quick and easy costume. I made pointed hats for the girls to wear, punched holes and tied strings on so they could be secured under their chins. I used markers to draw the Crayola logo/design on the “body” part of the poster board, rounded out the necklines for their chins/heads and cut out arm holes. I made them big enough to go over their winter coats because this is, of course, South Dakota. Then I took everything out onto the front porch and sprayed it all with a sealer, since the rain would cause the marker to bleed. Rain would ruin all my hard work in no time flat, and I wasn’t going to allow that to happen.

I semi-permanently taped my daughters into their costumes, handed them their pumpkin buckets and off we went. 

Now, since we live in the country with no neighbors, trick or treating requires getting into our compact car and driving to the neighbors’ homes, to the grandparents’ homes and into town. And that’s when I discovered the problems with these cute costumes. They were too big and they were not flexible.

Consequently, my little girls, who were about three and four at the time, could not bend their knees to go down steps or to get into the car. Or to sit on the seats of the car. They also didn’t fit in the car with their crayon points on. 

Sigh. We ended up taking the crayon points (hats) off each time we got into the car, and I had to lift the girls in and out of the vehicle. Which then meant I had to tie the pointy hats back on each time we got out of the car and had to lift the girls up and down the steps to houses, since they were unable to bend their knees adequately for stairs. Maybe this whole Crayola Crayon costume, made on the cheap from poster board, was not such a good idea after all.  

We broke seatbelt laws and safely regulations that night as I drove around with two little girls standing in the back, rather than sitting. Thankfully it was dark and the cops were more concerned about children crossing the streets safely than errant mothers transporting children illegally.

However, Kat and Al were as cute as can be in those crayon outfits, even if I do say so myself. And I didn’t even break my arm or tear a muscle patting myself on the back.  

1 comment:

  1. I bet they were cute! Even if they did not work quite as planned I am sure those costumes will be remembered always!