The loot

Every year for Halloween, my mom would make costumes for my sister and me. I had the BEST witch costume ever. It had this outrageous orange fringe on the edge of a black cape and I still remember how fabulous it was and I was probably 7 when I wore it. My mom also fashioned a bride outfit, helped my sister dress as George Brett one year, helped me dress as Cyndi Lauper (in case you were wondering how darn cool I used to be), and many others. My dad would accompany us trick-or-treating wearing some old overalls that he put patches on and a clown mask. I remember a few of the neighbors giving him some candy for his efforts.

So, because I like to think I am as crafty as my mom, I always presumed I would make my children fabulous Halloween costumes. This year, Connor decided he was going to be a giraffe, and I spent many an hour trying to figure out how I was going to pull this off, until one day, after reading a book my mom gave him, he announced he was going to be a ghost. Awesome. Even with my sewing machine packed away I could pull this off. So, off to the fabric store I went, and this is what I came up with. It's not as fabulous as I might have dreamed, but Connor loved it. At each house he would say "Trick-or-Treat" and "BOO!". When one neighbor asked if he was a nice ghost or a scary ghost, he pondered the query for a moment and then said "I'm a little bit of both", which I thought was a pretty good answer.


He went around the neighborhood asking for hand-outs and the loot he brought home? It was deemed acceptable to the masses.

Elaine