I don't know what happened.
This is the day after Halloween and I have a costume hangover. I swear off the fancy stuff, the elaborate and the time-consuming.
The time I spent helping kids and actually making the costumery this past month and a half was unreal. It was fun and the results were cool... but I will never do it again.
Check it out....
Y'all... those kids designed their own costumes. I made those lace up aviator boots with steam punk detailing by hand. We tracked down all of the pre-made bits from second hand stores and cos-play eBay sites. I learned how to make armor from EVA foam and a heat gun and paint.
Even with all the DIY and the second hand, I can't bring myself to think about how much money was spent.
Henry is wearing the same mask and carrying a knife just like Dadguy did last year. Birdie is wearing most of the elements from her last years Death Eater costume.
Do you know how much more the above two loved their costumes than the other two who just used these bits from other costumes?
I'll give you a hint... the Steampunk Angel? Took off her costume (including the aviator boot-toppers) and dug around in the costume box last night when it came time to go trick or treating. She put on a black cloak and accessorized with a hot pink hair bow and a hot pink belt. She called herself a "vampire" and that was that.
We had spent so much time getting it "right" that she was bored with the stupid thing by the time it mattered.
I. Am. So. Done.
*Edited to add: Really? I was showing these pictures to a group of women at my church, and an older woman just informed me that LaLa's outfit is too sexy. After I had explained how long it TOOK ME TO MAKE IT. Too sexy? Not! Sorry. Whatever. Shut up. Who says crap like that?