Last Halloween was a fabulous extravaganza. P1 sported not 1 but 2 ornately over the top hand crafted costumes. Team Abulous was having none of these new fangled ready made junk store dress ups. She dazzled her daycare friends in a pink witches outfit consisting of a pink tulle skirt crawling with pipe cleaner spiders. It was accessorized with a hot pink cone hat dotted with seriously spooky black cats. The evening’s festivities required a change of outfit. We happen to be friends with a family who’s home is the social epi-centre of the district. They threw a rocking monster mash complete with a make shift disco and jumping castle. In fact the entire street got into the spirit of the event. All the houses underwent an Aadams Family style make over and opened up to Trick or Treaters. P1 went along as the cutest little black and pink cat with DIY face painting. P2 accompanied us as the original Devil Woman ( make that Devil Toddler). Please note that I fashioned the pitch fork myself.
Fast forward to Halloween 2012 and my crafting mojo has abandoned me along with all the other mojos I may have had. I think they’ve joined Peter Pan* in Neverland. This year I took the wimp’s way out and headed straight for a reliable junk store in Eastgardens. The girls were quite taken with a set of glittery devil horned headband and informed me that they wanted to do Halloween as “fashion devils”. We simply teamed the headbands with red and black sparkly tulle (again) skirts and a couple of basic red T-shirts from Target. Voila!
I only wish that our evening’s Trick or Treating adventure had been as easy as the costumes. It was an impulse decision to take them out at 7pm on Wednesday night. I had failed to do my research and we ambled about zombies like hunting down sugar. I soon discovered that Trick or Treating in our particular part of town is like travelling in the outback. There’s a lot to see but a whole lot of nothing in between. We pounded the pavement for what seemed like hours. All the while P1 whined monotonously “Mum where’s the Halloween houses? Where’s the Halloween houses?”. P2 went one better. She peed on the pavement, leaving an inviting warm river for a large group of black clad tweens who were following just behind us. Needless to say I hadn’t brought a change of clothes. P2 being the trouper that she is, squelched along regardless.
After 90 minutes of strenuous exertion and despite being turned away from countless houses who had “run dry”, we amassed quite a feast. P2 demonstrated a level of restraint typical for a three year old and started hoeing in straight away. I justified two fun sized Picnic bars based on the amount of stress I’d been through.
Next year I’m planning on streamlining the entire process and exploiting natural synergies by merging with other families. That’s stockbroking speak for I’m gonna gate crash someone else’s party.
Did you go through hell this Halloween or was it spook-tacular?
* PP and I dated about 10 years ago. It gets frustrating hanging around the boy who refuses to grow up.