Friday, October 31, 2014

Halloween. Because I'm In Too Deep of a Sugar Low to be Creative.

I didn't take any photos of my kids this Halloween.  The first year they were here, I took a bunch of pictures BOTH times they carved pumpkins, and then of course of their costumes and their first trick-or-treating experience.  Last year we got a quick photo as we headed out the door, then a couple more as they sorted out their loot on the kitchen floor.  This year Oak did ask me to film him carving his pumpkin, because he was trying to make a "how to" video (since, you know, people don't know how to carve pumpkins...?), but I didn't get a single shot of them in costume.

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

7 comments:

  1. I love the idea of kids transforming when they dress up - so true, especially when they're little -- and it doesn't really matter what they're wearing or where it comes from. My 3yo will wear her winter boots, an old t-shirt from an older sister and three headbands and tell me she's a kitty who looks like a dragon and talks. Magic.

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    1. That sounds like an adorable outfit and a great imagination!

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  2. The creativity at Halloween is so much fun! Although, sadly, I've surrendered to commercial costumes because my kids only want to be Super Mario/Ninja Turtles/etc.

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  3. Kids really are transformed through costumes and I love it! Although I had a REALLY hard time explaining to my son that just because he was dressed as Batman didn't mean that he'd be able to climb up the wall using his tool thing that came with the costume. So awesome. And um, a Geisha? Is it weird that I think that's just fabulously funny and so youth? (in my post, I wrote that my brother and I were old men... really, at the time, we were Hobos but um, yeah, hello PC now!) :)
    Thanks huge for linking up with FTSF!!

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    1. The school where I teach had "hobo" as a dress-up day theme a few years ago...until a few staff pointed out that that wasn't very sensitive... I love that your kid felt he should have Batman skills with is Batman costume.

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  4. I don't think my kids will ever know anything other than half-assed homemade/Goodwill costumes. It builds character, right?

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  5. "Building character" is my backup defense for a lot of my parenting decisions.

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