Halloween used to be a big deal when I was growing up. In the beginning, my cousins and I would get the standard costumes that came with the plastic face mask. You know the ones where your hot breath would be trapped and you’d end up inhaling steam? Wait, you didn’t have those? Oh, well me either. Anywho, the older we got, the more creative our costumes became until we had finally ditched the store bought costumes for our own creations. That’s when things got interesting.
I remember we all spent the night over our grandma’s house, where we seemed to spend most of our free time. We were excited to go trick or treating. We had our pillowcases ready to be filled with candy. Yes, pillow cases. You just seemed to get more candy that way. We plotted which houses we’d hit first. There was a couple that always gave out money. Not crisp dollar bills, but shiny copper pennies. We were not impressed and decided to hit their house last. The nerve of us, right? There was another house that gave away “normal size” candy bars. We were impressed with them because they didn’t go the “snack size” route. They were at the top of our list. We had to get there before they ran out.
After we had plotted our route, the next step was to get the costumes right! We crafted our costumes using whatever we could find. For me, I found my mom’s brown, one piece, polyester, 70’s jumpsuit in the basement. I threw some of her jewelry into the mix and who knows what else. Looking back, maybe I was a budding fashionista even for Halloween. HA! My costume was simple and to the point – I had decided to be a gypsy. I have no idea why I chose gypsy but it sounded good to me at the time. I threw on bunches of my mom’s jewelry and a rocked out that polyester leisure suit! I’m sure I looked a HOT MESS! I mean, I was taller than my mom at this point. I’m sure I was no more than 10. Yes, I had surpassed her in height by then. I was teeny tiny though. So, imagine me making my way through the neighborhood in a too short, too big, brown, one-piece, polyester jumpsuit! HOT MESS but definitely Halloween appropriate, no? Honestly, what on earth could be scarier than that? What’s your most memorable Halloween costume?
*This post was written as part of Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop. I chose to write about my most memorable Halloween costume.