My skeleton and my “minja” were pretty cute in their store-bought costumes, and they had a fun Halloween. We had our ward Trunk of Treat on the Saturday before Halloween (an event put on by the primary, well-attended, but totally exhausting for me) and went trick of treating with cousins on the real holiday.
Several times Paul told me he thought the boys were cute but that he was nostalgic for the homemade costumes. It seemed that Red felt a little loss with the store-bought costume, too, asking once or twice whether I thought I’d be able to make costumes again.
I was feeling pretty good about next year’s Halloween. I recomitted myself to start early with the costumes and really have fun with tthem. It wasn’t about proving anything to anyone, it was just something that I enjoyed and that my family appreciated. Yes, next year I’d be back.
The day after Halloween Paul and Blue went for a walk to the local Halloween store to check out their after-holiday deals. Paul’s always on the lookout for wigs and moustaches and other costume-stuff for ACME. He came home with a bag of loot, including a costume for Blue for next year. I think the days of homemade costumes are over. I’ll be honest, I’m pretty sad. (Adding injury to insult, the price wasn’t even that amazing.)