Show us your best Halloween costume! Or at least tell us about ‘em. Here’s Nancy’s thrift store matador of a few years ago. Happy Halloween! And yes it’s okay to eat all the Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups out of your kids’ haul. In fact, it’s tradition.
[Not pictured: Sarah’s killer Little Orphan Annie costume from 1983.]
I went as a big orange cat and my big orange cat went as a witch. We sat out on the porch and the trick or treaters loved it. I thought about it later and was a little insulted. (It was his idea ;)
I know a photograph of this exists but I don’t have it handy. When I was 4 or 5 I was an absolute chatterbox. My mom’s greatest flex of all time was making me a mime costume for Halloween. Per my mother, mimes only say “trick or treat!” and “thank you!” Later in life, I appreciate her efforts to get a few hours of peace and quiet. We laugh about this every Halloween and I’m in my late 30s now.
I went as Groucho Marx one year. It was a pretty good costume -- just a suit and the greasepaint facial hair. People kept asking if I was Charlie Chaplin. By the end of the night, I'd sweat off all the greasepaint.
I tried to post a picture but was unable ... your loss :-) ... I was Indiana Jones one year, fully decked out with hat, jacket, (fake) gun, whip, satchel, etc. In hindsight, perhaps it was an homage to the quickly disappearing expression of toxic masculinity. Anyway, the chicks dug it (chicks = my wife).
About 10 years ago my best friend and I chaperoned a high school Halloween dance as Axl and Slash. It was fun right up until we escorted drunken teenage girls from the bathroom to go meet their (understandably) aggravated parents--who were not impressed with our costumes. 😆
In the early 80s my youngest sister invited me to a Halloween party at her place.
As I entered her apartment, a young woman I’d never seen before complimented me on my really great” Biker costume” (leather jacket, chambray shirt, jeans, engineer boots and carrying a helmet).
My sister quickly to her, “That’s my brother and he’s always dressed that way.” And then quickly exclaimed, “I thought you were gonna wear a suit!”
I have a twin sister--fraternal, but when we were young we looked a lot alike (except I had a tiny wart on my chin), especially because my mother always made us dress alike. Except on Halloween. Our mother always made our costumes by hand. (She could hem, mend, and make anything...I loved leafing thru her drawers of McCall patterns, she had a sewing cabinet full of them.) One year--probably when we were 5 or 6--she made a princess costume for my sister and a witch one for me. The following summer, she took me to a specialist to get the wart removed.
When my sister and I were in our early 20s and had an apartment together in the city, we hosted a Hallow-Wig party. No costume required, just a wig. There's always a few people who show up for Halloween w/o a costume, but not that time--everyone wore a wig!
I went as a big orange cat and my big orange cat went as a witch. We sat out on the porch and the trick or treaters loved it. I thought about it later and was a little insulted. (It was his idea ;)
I was Daphne From Scooby Doo once!
I know a photograph of this exists but I don’t have it handy. When I was 4 or 5 I was an absolute chatterbox. My mom’s greatest flex of all time was making me a mime costume for Halloween. Per my mother, mimes only say “trick or treat!” and “thank you!” Later in life, I appreciate her efforts to get a few hours of peace and quiet. We laugh about this every Halloween and I’m in my late 30s now.
I went as Groucho Marx one year. It was a pretty good costume -- just a suit and the greasepaint facial hair. People kept asking if I was Charlie Chaplin. By the end of the night, I'd sweat off all the greasepaint.
Also, your legs are amazing Nancy!
I tried to post a picture but was unable ... your loss :-) ... I was Indiana Jones one year, fully decked out with hat, jacket, (fake) gun, whip, satchel, etc. In hindsight, perhaps it was an homage to the quickly disappearing expression of toxic masculinity. Anyway, the chicks dug it (chicks = my wife).
I have pics but I can’t post them, cute outfit Nancy. I always defaulted to a witch because I wanted to be Stevie Nicks…
About 10 years ago my best friend and I chaperoned a high school Halloween dance as Axl and Slash. It was fun right up until we escorted drunken teenage girls from the bathroom to go meet their (understandably) aggravated parents--who were not impressed with our costumes. 😆
A few years ago I was Harley Quinn. I had the costume, the shoes, even the bat! I nailed it if I do say so myself.
I was working in an inpatient psych hospital in a prison at the time.
In the early 80s my youngest sister invited me to a Halloween party at her place.
As I entered her apartment, a young woman I’d never seen before complimented me on my really great” Biker costume” (leather jacket, chambray shirt, jeans, engineer boots and carrying a helmet).
My sister quickly to her, “That’s my brother and he’s always dressed that way.” And then quickly exclaimed, “I thought you were gonna wear a suit!”
I have a twin sister--fraternal, but when we were young we looked a lot alike (except I had a tiny wart on my chin), especially because my mother always made us dress alike. Except on Halloween. Our mother always made our costumes by hand. (She could hem, mend, and make anything...I loved leafing thru her drawers of McCall patterns, she had a sewing cabinet full of them.) One year--probably when we were 5 or 6--she made a princess costume for my sister and a witch one for me. The following summer, she took me to a specialist to get the wart removed.
When my sister and I were in our early 20s and had an apartment together in the city, we hosted a Hallow-Wig party. No costume required, just a wig. There's always a few people who show up for Halloween w/o a costume, but not that time--everyone wore a wig!