Today, a History Lesson.
The subject: Yours Truly and Halloween.
There will not be a test.
I really do love Halloween. I never go quite as crazy as I want to, because there’s only so much I can justify spending and only so many hours in a day (I know, I know…I’m working on it!)
Here I am at the age of…I must have been five, because I know what house we’re in. I am, obviously, a fairy princess.
And didn’t my mom have great legs?
The year after this, I was Miss America.
Clearly my tiara and scepter obsession has a long and glorious history.
In second grade I was a ghost. This high-tech costume was a white sheet with eye-holes. My mom ringed the eye-holes with black pen so they’d stand out, which ran when I cried because none of my friends recognized me under the sheet. Clearly my ability to be irrational also has a long and glorious history.
In fifth grade I was a ghoul, which was a shredded white sheet paired with the mask I made in class. My little brother sported an awesome Luke Skywalker outfit, which was tan pants, duct-tape boots, and a kimono-ish jacket made out of a white sheet. (I’m wondering now about this seemingly never-ending supply of white sheets with which to make costumes. I don’t have a single white sheet, yet my mother kept us in Halloween outfits for years. I’d say something like “bedrooms were more boring in the 70’s” but by all I’ve read that simply isn’t true.)
High-school was hit and miss. I know I was too cool for costumes a couple times, and once when I dressed up to take my best friend’s little brothers and sisters trick-or-treating (just cause we thought dressing up would be fun) people yelled at us for trying to scam treats.
Way to abuse your authority, 80’s adults with candy.
One of my most glorious costumes was a couple’s costume with Husband 1.0.
We are a Druid Priest and Sacrificial Virgin.
The virginity thing is all symbolic – I didn’t have a chastity belt (which if you know me makes way too much sense and PS, shut the hell up), so that link of chain around my waist is held closed with a padlock.
And yes, I know Druids didn’t sacrifice people. It just worked for the costume. And we came in second place at the club we went to.
Some years later, while pregnant, I snagged the red costume and dressed up as:
Umm…yeah, I don’t really know either. I was large. This fit. I made it scary. Halloween done. Husband 1.0 (in the background) was The Doctor.
A couple years later, my department at work came as a band of gypsies.
I am the less cute one with the beard. I am also the only one not in a dress. We won the contest that year.
Two years later, we were the characters from The Wizard of Oz.
Damnit. The picture cuts off my ruby slippers. We won this year too.
The following year we won as the cast from Peter Pan, and then we were disqualified from winning any more. I was Peter Pan, my lead physical therapist was Tinkerbell. With a beard.
Mixed in the following years was a pirate, a belly-dancer and a Star Fleet Officer. Then a few years ago my department did “The Royal Court.”
That’s me in the green.
And yes, that is a re-purposed Peter Pan costume.
A couple years ago, with nothing planned and a party to go to, I did a quick face-paint and donned devil horns.
This year, my department is staging Harry Potter, and somehow between now (8 am) and when I leave the house (11 am) I need to figure out Dumbledore.
A magic wand would come in SO handy right now.
And then tomorrow for a party, Himself and I are doing the Star Trek thing.
Because I actually own two Star Trek costumes.
Cause I am a geek.
I am also a nerd.
And I love Halloween.