For G-ma and G-pa Owen (with more snapshots to come)

In case you can't tell, we were all Wizard-of-Oz-y. I started the costumes the week before, calculating 5 days of costume-making, which I thought would give us a calm Hallowe'en, but then we ended up being out of town for 2 of those days.

Hot glue guns became my dearest friend; any semblance of reason and order my bitter enemy.

Anyway, I made six full costumes on Hallowe'en, as well as finishing up a couple of others, so you can imagine the halos gleaming. (Actually, I reeked of quiche.)  You know that smug old grandmother who was crowing nonsense last year? Well, she died of a heart attack somewhere around mid-afternoon on Hallowe'en Day, 2018, may she rest in peace.

The children and I were thrilled with how they turned out, though, chaos and shortcuts and all, and tomorrow I'll give due credit to internet geniuses (i.e. I'm a big copycat). We had a fun night once we got out of the house, and were again so grateful to live in the country, where half a dozen stops yield 2/3 a bucket of candy, leaving the second half of the night for leisurely strolls in town, where half a dozen stops yield six pieces of candy (tho' the folks are just as warm and genial, just not quite as chatty, to a passel of misplaced citizens of Oz).

 

I wish I was joking when I write that when we woke up the next morning the entire house looked like the dining room table and worse. NEXT year, it's low-key costumes and board games all the way...if only I can resuscitate Little Red's smug grandmother.