My first costume was homemade. I was a hobo. I searched high and low for that pic, but it was not to be found, so you have to use your imagination.
The next year, I was a Genie. This was by far my favorite costume (though anything next to a hobo is probably better). It was a real life costume. The next year, I was a flapper. I was so excited, cuz I was in 7th grade and we were going to have a parade at school. Everyone got to walk around the gym in a gigantic circle, parading their costume. I don't really remember much about it, except the high heels. I was wearing high heels at 12! The rest, I think I blocked out, as I did for just about everything from 7th grade. It just occurred to me, that that parade might be the very reason I avoid high heels like the plague. Hmph. I think that was the last year I dressed up as a kid too. Sad.
Last year, I managed to convince my family that we had to dress up in a Grease theme. The girlie-o's we're pink ladies and hubbs and I were of course, Danny and Sandy. We didn't have a Halloween party to go to or anything. It was just for fun. We were seriously the only grown ups dressed up, trick-o-treating with the kiddos. We.were.nerds. We already understood that, but now, our neighbors knew.
This year, I was just going to let the girls do their thing and I would stay home and pass out candy. Be the boring mom, at home. I was not going to dress up. Then we got invited to a Halloween party. A real life Halloween party! So yeah, we are SO dressing up. Stay tuned for that picture.
Sorry, I don't know how to work my scanner. I should really work on that.
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