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| Trick or treat? Arrrrrr. |
Update: I need to sincerely apologize to my mother for forgetting the pretty pretty princess costume she sewed for me by hand.
As early as I can remember, Halloween has always been a "thing" in my family. The first holiday I can recall featured me trick-or-treating as a mini-Hawaiian dancer... I remember being a flamenco dancer, flapper, witch, witch, witch, mermaid, witch, Straw Man (to my sister's Dorothy, much to my chagrin. Ahem, mother), firefighter (in real turn-outs no less), witch, witch (it's easy with an all black wardrobe, give me a break), slut pirate, witch and Katy Perry-does-Elmo. This year my parents wanted to host a pirate party, but the thought of reprising the mini-skirt/leather boots/eye patch get up just wasn't warming my heart. So I went to my closet and without purchasing a thing, put together a fairly respectable gypsy-pirate ensemble complete with almost every piece of jewelry I own. Somehow it worked.
So why is this a "Grateful Heart" post? Because of the joy of it. I adore that my parents get all goobery about holidays and as you'll see below, go all out decorating. I love that they will host "parties" for just about any occasion that's half-way festive, even it's just family who shows up. I appreciate the happiness and tradition. Sigh.
And I sure as heck like getting dolled up and eating junk food. See, here's proof:
xoxo,
shawna!
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| That I pulled these items from my regular wardrobe is either commendable or frightening, don't you think? |
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| Doesn't everyone's house have a giant mummy in the yard? |
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| I forget that most people don't have costmetologist mothers... the site of disembodied heads just isn't that strange to me anymore |
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| Many of the decorations were motion-sensored and made creepy noises. |
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| The bones jangled about and let's not forget the fog machine. |
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| Love the eyeballs! |
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| I can see how this might frighten the wee-ones though. |
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| Every year someone cries. |
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| Thar be me mother! |
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| And me sister. I may have been the only one to actually dress up. Err, thanks everyone. |
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| Captain Eric John. |
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| Bread sticks masquerading as finger bones. |
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| Mummy dogs!! |
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| A perennial fave. |
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| Shiver me timbers, the dogs keep multiplying. |
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| We joked that if we ran out of candy, we'd just start handing out pugs. |
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| Betty on the right is the newest addition. She's half pug, half Pekingese. |
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| Meena is a sad panda lately having to share the love with the new pug in town. Read a history of pug acquisition here. |
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| Eric was a little miffed to be pulled away from Casper just to take a picture with me. |
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| Sadly, we didn't make anyone walk the plank to get candy. |
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| My cute mom and her gigantic creepy skull. |
Labels: costumes, decorating, decorations, eye patch, fam, family, Gratitude, Halloween, holidays, mummy dogs, parties, pirates, pugs, Things I am thankful for, Things That Make Me Happy
