...meaning that sometimes when you're a mother, and your daughter wants to be a white cat for Halloween, and the only cat costumes the universe sells are black cats, and you have no sewing skills to speak of, it becomes necessary to project confidence, bravely gather all the white fluffy items you can find, and start inventing.
And then you thank God that at age eight, your daughter hasn't yet set the bar too high for your best hasty efforts.
And that your kids are cute no matter what they're wearing.
Halloween, after all, is a time to celebrate candy (as Ada says) and make yourself ridiculous...
...dressing as a construction worker, a knight, a butterfly, a flamingo, a redneck, or a white cat, as the case may be.
I decided a full year ago that 2018 would be the year I finally throw a big Halloween party, complete with games, costumes, oodles of kids, and a garage-turned-haunted-house.
And a special bonus: Madame Zola came and told fortunes! She was a big hit.
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| Jed very impressively made his own costume, entirely out of cardboard boxes and spray paint. |
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