Oh What a Glorious Night it was- a complete revisit to some of my favorite childhood memories. My cousin im'd me with an offer I couldn't possibly refuse- Harry and Jackie were bringing their two girls to come and spend Halloween with their daughter.
Scott wasn't kidding when he told me his neighborhood is like a Norman Rockwell Halloween scene out of a movie. Houses were decorated, families were out with their kids, the leaves were in full color and the rain held off long enough to hit the neighborhood's hot spots for candy.
I am amazed at how high tech the costumes are now. The fairy girls had skirts with twinkle lights in them. Not too many homemade costumes, which is what I remember doing through most of my childhood. Time passes- yes, I'm old. One of my all time favorite costumes was Halloween age 7, same age as Charlotte and Jessica are now- I went as Pippi Longstocking. I had the orange tights and my mom actually figured out how to get my hair to do the gravity-defying braids. It was a favorite story, given to me by family friends from Sweden.
Now, it's all about Harry Potter characters, some absolutely freakish Skeletor type villains and those old reliable superheroes. I was sorely tempted to come in Rennie Garb, but knowing the weather was not cooperating and we'd be doing a lot of walking, felt it better to dress in the spirit of the holiday and not take the attention away from the kids. Out came my Salem T=shirt, the witchy brew socks and an irresistible call back to childhood.
The kids were adorable- we had two little Hermionie Grangers and a Bat Girl raring to go. Jessica and Annie live in NYC, so this was their first true "suburban" Halloween. They made out like bandits.
I love Halloween- mulled cider, leaves swirling down, the little ones running off their sugar high and mostly, the simple fun of being allowed to become someone else for a few hours.
