I was feeling mild guilt about this, and then I thought--how many pictures do we have from Halloween when I was a kid? I can think of one black-and-white shot of my mom and sisters lounging across my parents bed admiring me as I pose in my princess outfit--one of my mom's old nighties and a cardboard cone hat with lace trailing off the top. (This also explains my deep seated prejudice against spending money on Halloween costumes.) The only other picture from my early Halloween's is one of me at age 4 dressed as, I shit you not, a geisha girl. There are so many layers of wrong to this costume. I realize that geishas aren't necessarily prostitutes, but there is that connotation, which I'm sure my parents were aware of, right? Then there is the whole, "Hey, I'm going to be Japanese for Halloween" aspect, which is so culturally inappropriate and offensive. But I remember clearly how delighted I was that the black wig hid all my hair, and the face paint disguised my face, so that all the neighbors declared they had NO IDEA who I was. Now that I'm no longer four, I suspect that between the fact that I was one of the only little kids on the street and that I would have been with my dad or sisters, people probably did know who I was. But when you're little, being in costume makes you feel transformed.
This year my kids were a zombie and a vampire. We took our 15 year old neighbor, who just immigrated from Iran last summer, with us. He had an black and red belled jester costume, horrifying skeleton mask, and a fake ax. True to family form, my kids were wearing some face paint and half-assed homemade/Goodwill costumes. They were all awesome. They were transformed.
This was part of the Finish the Sentence Friday blog-hop. Link up at: Finding Ninee