We survived... another Halloween

Halloween is over for another year. In the end, it turned out to be as much fun as ever. When you're in the midst of costume angst, however, it's hard to remember that it usually turns out to be fun. Little Bo Peep had fun making a shepherdess' crook out of a sunflower stalk that was rescued from our garden, but it got stolen at the school dance, and was seen in the office later, probably confiscated from the thief by a teacher. The Belle of the Ball looked stunning for the dance with her peacock feathered masque, but opted for the opposite extreme this evening because it would have been too tricky to trick or treat in a hoop skirt. Belle became a green faced witch.

And the child with the creative Halloween costume angst that had her in tears three out of five evenings this week? She did just fine as a radio, though in the final analysis it wasn't very practical to plug herself into a wall, and the batteries her dad supplied her with didn't last until trick-or-treating! Though she soon tired of climbing up and down peoples' stairs in her box costume and decided to call it an evening before the rest of her friends, she and I took a little side trip to the local over-the-top Halloween decorated yard, and all the people who love her the most were suitably impressed by her costume creativity, so the day was a success.

She's already talking about how next year's costume won't be a box...