I love October. I love the changing colors and leaves covering the ground and the cooler temperatures and long sleeves and snuggling under blankets and hot chocolate with marshmallows. You get the idea. I love October. Most of all, though, I love Halloween.
Growing up, I don’t remember any terrific trick or treating escapades. I never had the best costume. It was usually homemade and thrown together from my parents’ closet and old wigs. Things weren’t as commercialized back then, said the old lady who looks down her nose at the youngen’s of today.
Still, I love Halloween.
Jedi has decided this year he wants to be an Army man. Not exactly my first choice, but it completely fits him. This past weekend, we scoured a few Halloween shops in search of the perfect camoflaged get-up. Which we found, for $80.
Who spends $80 on a Halloween costume that’s going to get worn once and then thrown in the closet, never to be seen again? It’s the same thing with bridesmaid dresses, really, but I’ve only been a bridesmaid once. I have another 10 years of buying Halloween costumes. I could buy a car with the amount of money that equals out to. Or a pony.
Hey kids, you want a pony?
Maybe I should take a cue from my mom, who wrapped my brother up in toilet paper one year and declared him a mummy. She still laughs about that, how he came home completely unwrapped. Though I don’t think my brother shares the same fond memory.