Waterlogged Prophylactic Reference Post, or, Reality

Or, we ALL had to walk the plank...

Hallowe'en 2019 was a doozy. Due to several excuses, only one of which is procrastination, we packed all the costume-making into a day and a half, but by the skin of our teeth we each left the house in some form of costume!   We started trick or treating just in time for monsoon season, and before I post the pretty pictures next week, here are crummy snapshots upon our return home-- minus half the accessories and also without Cadence, who tore off her costume and ran for the bathroom as soon as we stepped inside.

We bestowed a Special Award of Distinction on John Darling, a.k.a. Ezekiel, whose perfect top hat lasted all of five minutes. Homemade costumes and monsoons do not mix.



                       

That white reflection is not a reflection; it's the bare posterboard left behind when all the paint dripped off  in order to ruin Ezekiel's brand-new-from-basement-storage shirt and embellish nearly everyone else's costumes. Award of Distinction!

Today, we must face the aftermath. (Note Tinkerbell's crushed wings in the foreground.)

What a night!

The only thing I had time to make for my costume was a feather. 

Look how it droops in sad resignation, just like its wearer.

(And it was totally worth it.)