I’m not against buying costumes nor am I going to say I never have or will buy a costume. However, the real fun of Halloween for me goes back to when I was just a kid, putting together costumes with my brothers and sisters. The night before or the day of Halloween my siblings and I would rummage through our dress-up box and inevitably duct tape, masking tape, dad’s old shirt or mom’s old jewelry would be thrown into the mix. My mom had an bag full of samples of make up for the occasion that she often let us apply ourselves. We must have been quite the sight, our whole crew tromping through the crispy leaves, pillow cases in hand, visiting our neighbors for goodies. Looking back, I’m glad my mom chose her children’s creativity over perfectionism.
An extended family member asked me about 6 weeks ago what my son was going to be for Halloween. I think I politely said, “Oh, we haven’t decided yet.” However, I’ve never been great at hiding what I’m thinking in my expressions, so my dumbfounded look probably gave her the real answer of what I was thinking which was, “What? But that’s what you figure out the night before.”
Just as I hoped, my creative juices sparked to life the night before our Halloween party. My mind churned together ideas as I thought of articles of clothing we had that could be transformed into costumes as well as scarves, pieces of felt and so forth. It feels like it is a contest with myself to see how little I have to buy to put together our costumes. Our family will likely never have the most glamorous costumes, but I would like to think that perhaps we will have the most fun putting them together.