Happy Halloween Everyone!
I’m not big on Halloween. Does that make me a monster? I’ve just never been one for dressing up in outrageous costumes, although in years gone by, when my sons were old enough to go out on their own or with their friends, I often became a witch on Halloween. (I suppose that a couple of folks in my past life may think that was not just a one-day transformation but that would be another story!)
When dressed as a witch, I donned a long, black dress and cloak, wrapped a spider-laden rope around my waist, and pulled a black, pointed, witch’s hat down over my forehead. My hair was long in those days, almost down to my butt, and I would tease it out into messy tangles. Other than drawing a nasty mole or two on my face, I was good to go. I sat on my porch next to a huge, black pot filled with morsels of candy, and cackled as best I could as children, big and small, hollered, “Trick or treat!” in loud voices, looked at me with trepidation, but inched forward anyway for an offering of sweets. It was fun.
When I was a high school teacher some years back, I dressed a few times as well. Besides the reusable witch’s outfit, I once wore a Roaring 20’s get-up: a very short, red dress complete with fringe and high, spikey heels. On another occasion I borrowed a cheerleading uniform from one of my students and taught all day as a Casa Grande High School cheerleader. No one paid much attention to my lesson that day. The last time I dressed up I attempted to mimic a modern teenager with flip-flops, ripped jeans, and lots of layers under a black hoodie. I spayed my hair blue, wore huge loop earrings, and plastered on tons of mascara. An IPod was plugged into my ears and my cell phone never left my hand all day.
So, in regard to Halloween attire or antics, I can do it, but I’d rather leave it to children, or to high-spirited adults who simply can’t get enough, and that’s perfectly fine with me, too.
|My sons, Justin and Alex, more than a few years ago!|