The Dreaded Halloween Costume

As the leaves turn golden and the first chill in the morning gives way to scorching Southern California afternoons, it seems we have slipped into the fall season, which I mostly like, except for one particular event that makes me cringe-the dreaded Halloween costume shopping.

Now, I take great delight in picking out baby’s costume (this year she is a puppy), but the big kids are another story all-together.  First they beg and plead for me to drive them to the mega-land Halloween store which I’m pretty sure is the main clothing resource for serial killers and prostitutes.  I seriously despise these places.

Generally, I make the kids stay one aisle behind me as I scope out the next, that way I can deter them from a particularly raunchy or gruesome stretch.  People look at me like I’m nuts; “Kids, abort, abort…don’t go down this aisle. It’s The Girls Next Door meets The House Bunny.”

I know my son get’s an eyeful every time we go to these places, despite my stalking around like an over-protective mama bear.  Can someone please tell me why Halloween has become a socially acceptable day to dress like a slut or better yet Freddy Krueger? ( And yes, I do remember dressing up as a sexy Red Riding Hood one year in college.  I know the pot’s calling the kettle black here, but I’ve matured people!)

Faith is at the awkward age between little girl costumes and the dubious Jr’s section.  Anything in Jr’s has big gaping pockets for the tween’s chest, and since most ten-year olds are still growing, I can only assume the boob pockets are to hold candy?

Two years ago she was little Bo Peep, which means mommy had to do some altering of the sexy sheep girl’s ensemble.  First we bought big, so the skirt covered her bum, then we laced her up tight and made her wear a shirt underneath.  We also had to do some creative pleating along the top and add some big bows to cover the gaps.  She looked adorable once we were done, but the effort was hardly worth the fifty dollars they charge for this riff-raff.

Last year she dressed as an eighties girl and I breathed a sigh of relief. She looked like a cross between Cindy Lauper and Madonna, with a hot pink tutu and green streaked hair, but who was I to complain? At least she was modest.

Kyle on the hand dressed as a priest with black sunglasses.  Was it irreverent? Possibly.  This year he’s going to be a Mexican Bull Fighter. I know, right? It just gets better and better.

At least I get to dress up the baby in whatever I want. Next year I’m rolling out the princess gowns. Whoopee!!!!

 

 

Comments

  1. Hey, Sam! I went to the U of O at the same time as Tim, and knew him a little bit through Campus Crusade. I was so happy for him a few years ago when I saw that he’d gotten married! I saw that he’d posted a link to your blog on facebook, so I had to check it out!
    I can totally relate to this costume topic – I too, HATE those Halloween shops, and, in fact, usually try to make/create my kids costumes…though my sewing skills are such that I prefer glue-and-stick creations, if possibe!
    Anyway, I’m looking forward to reading more of your posts. I began a blog myself in May and I’m enjoying it so much! It’s so great to force myself to write…knowing that people will read it so it has to be carefully done!
    I hope to “get to know you” more!
    Gretchen

    • Hi Gretchen,
      Tim was just showing me a picture of you on Facebook the other day. I love the outfits back then and everyone’s awesome big hair.

      I would love to read your blog. Send me a link and I’ll check it out.

      I actually went costume shopping with my daughter and her friends last night and we had a blast. I tried a higher end boutique and it was a much better experience than the mega-awful store. I imagine I’ll be writing about it because I got great pics.

      Many blessings,
      Samantha Keller

      • Thanks for wanting the link! 🙂 This whole blogosphere is so wild…I know that time is precious so I appreciate you checking it out! I not clever enough to give you the actual link…but it’s “A Fine Day For an Epiphany” …www.afinedayforanepiphany.wordpress.com

        Yes, I think I know that picture that you’re talking about…oy, vey! The giant lace collars and hair…not to mention the shoulder pads!

        I’m so glad that you found a better Halloween store…so that you don’t have to feel gross going there!

        Have a great weekend!
        Gretchen

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