In my past life, which ended about 17 years ago, I was a very good seamstress. I could sew anything and I did. I’ve made wedding dresses, prom dresses, sequined pageant dresses, Easter dresses, baby snap crotch pajamas, and tons of my own pants because I always needed “longs” and they were impossible to find way back in the 70’s when I started being aware that pants shouldn’t stop at the top of your ankle. I even made men’s shirts and I can honestly say I hated every stitch I made on those men’s shirts.
As I got older, I switched from making clothes to making blankets, quilts, pillows, bedspreads, curtains and other things for the home and Halloween costumes. Basically I like to create and some of my favorite creations have been in the shape of Halloween costumes for my children and grandchildren and uh well, for myself.
I was looking through a box of pictures when I uncovered a few Halloween costume’s gone bad *not to be confused with Halloween costumes gone wild* that make me laugh as well as cringe.
One photo isn’t at all politically correct so if you get offended by such things then stop looking right now. I’m not kidding either. To explain why being dressed up like this was o.k. in the time and place that I did it, would only serve to dig that hole a lot deeper and someone would probably take that opportunity to shove me in and kick dirt in on top and possibly bury me. Besides, I’ve always dressed up as someone else and I never meant it in a mocking or disrespectful way, I was just dressing as something I wasn’t. For instance, once I went as a Nun. Trust me, I’m about as far from being a Nun as one can get. I also went as a football player one year and one of the Blues Brothers another year. Anyway, here goes and don’t say I didn’t warn you:
This was the “Witches Hat” I created for my daughter #2. She was the one and only at that time but for clarification sake, I’ll call her Daughter #2. I thought this was the coolest costume ever —-until she started trying to run from house to house with the other kids and kept falling. She’d fall flat on her face and then she couldn’t get up and we were all laughing so hard, we couldn’t help her up. She was so mad at me by the time that night was over and she still reminds me of that horrible night I tried to kill her. Also in that picture is my oldest son, the Scarecrow, and our English Bulldog, Tyke. Tyke loved being dressed up. NOT!
O.K. I warned you all. I may or may not have been a participant in this really bad Halloween costume. This couple was mild compared to some other costumes at that particular party. It was great, until after the party and we they started trying to get that stuff off their skin. I think my their pores were black for several days. They really learned their lesson and paid for wearing this very politically incorrect costume—–uhm, in more ways than one. Remember I said this was Halloween costume’s gone BAD and I meant that. bad Bad BAD!!
I have several more pictures of Halloween costumes past but I’ll see if I survive this spare you.
Do you have any Halloween costume regrets? What was your favorite costume of all time?
Oh, and for the record, if this were me, you can bet I would have deep regrets over this choice of costumes.
BOO Y’ALL




