I believe it is my Halloween tradition to be totally shocked that Halloween is already here. This happens to me EVERY SINGLE YEAR! There I am, minding my own business, thinking that it’s the beginning of October and I have plenty of time, and then BAM! Halloween. I always think about Halloween in July and tell myself I’m going to make an awesome costume for myself, Taylor, and now Josephine, but then I don’t and all of a sudden, BAM! Halloween is in two days and I don’t have a costume for anyone…
Two years ago I was really really pregnant on Halloween. Because it was flu season and everyone (me) was terrified of the swine flu, we decided to stay in and watch scary movies. This made it a completely wonderful no pressure Halloween. And because I was super pregnant I decided that I needed to do something silly with my giant stomach to mark the occasion. And henceforth, this…
It may have been my best costume ever. It’s a shame that only Taylor, our cat, and myself were there to view it. But now I have shared it with the world, so I guess it was all worth it (staying in was also totally worth it because I went to bed at 9:00, which was freaking heaven to 9 months pregnant me).
Last year I found Halloween snuck up on me again, and this time I had the pressure of not only clothing myself, but supplying my adorable just walking not quite one year old with a costume. I would love to tell you that I sewed a beautiful age appropriate, cute as a button get-up, however, that would be a big fat lie. In reality, Taylor picked up a duck outfit at the local K-Mart for $20 two days before Halloween, and we called it a day. It ended up being pretty cute, since Josephine was such a new walker that she had the duck waddle down. All in all, other than the guilt of buying a costume (because I apparently hold myself to ridiculous standards and believe I have to make a costume for it to be cool. I am a dumb ass) it was pretty darn perfect.
This year Halloween was just as sneaky, however, it became my mission to prove to myself that I could, in fact, make a Halloween costume. Or at least semi-make a Halloween costume. Because, seriously, I am not going to sew a dang shirt for my kid to wear for just one day when my life is insanely busy. I may be a crazy stress case, but I’m not that crazy.
Josephine has been talking about Halloween for about a month and a half (about as long as she has owned the Yo Gabba Gabba Halloween Special DVD, go figure). That entire time she has insisted that she “be a pirate…wear pirate hat, eye patch, ‘n mustache, mama!” My child has big fat opinions. So that is what she be, matey!
Knowing before hand what Josephine’s costume would be should have helped me with the whole race to put together a costume thing, but come on, it’s me. For Halloween I should be a superhero. My name would be Suprocrastinator… able to put things off until the last minute at the fastest of speeds! I had a couple of key pirate costume pieces in advance (only because Grammy Jane picked the pants up from Target at the beginning of the month), but I bought the rest of my supplies on Friday evening in a wretched trip to Walmart (yes, I realize that I referenced K-Mart, Target, and Walmart in this post. Feel free to ridicule me). I spent some time Saturday afternoon putting together the pirate costume, cutting up the shirt and sewing Velcro on the shoulder for the cute tiny parrot to attach to. It turned out pretty good, I think. Josephine was so so so so so excited to be a pirate. And she LOVED her mustache the best. She was so proud of it, showing it to everyone. Ahhhh, that’s my girl!
Oh yes, and because I am a slight overachiever (lazy and overachiever, the dichotomy is killing me) I put together a second costume for Josephine to wear to the pre-Halloween festivities we attended this past weekend. I didn’t want her to tire of being a pirate (like that could have happened), and I didn’t want to have to worry about her getting all messy. It was no big deal, since I had bought these peacock wings at the thrift store a while back. I just but some self stick Velcro on a dress to stick the wings on, taped a peacock feather that I had laying around to a wooden rod for a wand, and made a peacock crown out of felt and yarn. I really like the crown. It turned out better than expected. Josephine was not amused. She yelled at me, “I no be peacock, I be pirate!” Whatever. I told you she had big old opinions.
Oh, and as for Taylor and I? We went as mama and daddy lizard. It’s what our weird child (who calls herself baby lizard) has been calling us these days. Plus, I found lizard/crocodile hats for 50 cents each at the thrift store. Lazy score!