With another Halloween behind us, I will confess I never much liked the spooky celebration. Even as a child, I wasn’t crazy about it. Trailing up to the neighbors’ doors, wearing a sheet over my head and holding out a sack for treats just didn’t seem like a fun way to spend a cold (always), and/or rainy (sometimes) evening.
No children wear sheets over their heads anymore. Ghosts and hobos have given way to Star Wars figures, Disney princesses, and superheroes.
I’m not sure when this change took place, but our children were probably the last of the find-an-old-blouse-and-skirt-in-the-attic-and-go-as-a-gypsy generation. For all I know, their peers already may have been wearing sophisticated from-the-store costumes while our bunch were making do with whatever was at hand. I always seem to be a step behind in the what’s-in-fashion department.
(You might note that I’m taking advantage of a sale on hyphens today.)
The closest any of ours ever got to being a princess, Disney or otherwise, was the year Amy wore her sister Meg’s prom dress and an old tiara of mine. She kept tripping over the dress because she was only ten years old and a foot shorter than her high school sibling. I think I may have made her a wand of sorts to complete the ensemble.
Anything I make is always “of sorts,” since God didn’t give me a craft gene. As I noted in earlier columns, He also didn’t give me a gardening gene or a cooking gene or a brave-in-the-face-of-bats gene. Therefore, my shortcomings are not my fault.
The tiara Amy wore dated back to the days when Bing and I went to formal dances at the Algona Country Club. I know that sounds pretty posh, but it wasn’t really. The Country Club at that time was a Quonset hut with a leaky roof, but we still had fun.
I wore the tiara in question to one of the dances. In my defense, tiaras were sort of in then. I say sort of, because, as noted above, God didn’t give me much of a fashion gene.
Our oldest, Heather, then six, had recently watched part of a televised beauty pageant. She surveyed my long gown and sparkly headdress and said, wide-eyed, “Oh, Mom – I hope you win!”