AS CHILDREN, my sister and I always had homemade Halloween costumes, so it’s no surprise that I became THAT mom. The one who goes all out to turn her kids into whatever creatures they want to become. And then posts the pics all over Facebook. Yeah, that’s me. I’ve got a glue gun and I’m not afraid to use it.
Of the two, my younger girl is more of a Halloween fanatic. No sooner has she said her last “Trick or treat!” and scored her final handful of Kit-Kats, than she’s already brainstorming about next year’s get-up.
We’re huge Tim Burton fans, so in the past she’s dressed up as different characters from his films: Sally the Rag Doll from The Nightmare Before Christmas; Edward from Edward Scissorhands; and The Red Queen from Alice in Wonderland.
Her dad and I are somewhat artistically inclined, so we eagerly embrace each year’s new costume challenge. Collectively, we’ve logged many a midnight hour in service of cobbling together the coolest kid costume in the neighborhood.
We typically don’t mind burning the midnight oil for these creations, although they do take a bit of planning. Which of course means that we can never expect things to go exactly as we hope – especially when we factor in the simple truth that we are, after all, making a costume for a kid.
And you know what that means…
Quick Change Artist
Right after Halloween last year,
she already had a plan
about her costume for THIS year,
how it’d be better than
the one she still was wearing,
so intricate and cool,
the one that prompted “Epic!” cries
from all the kids at school.
And so throughout the holidays
and in the brand new year
her costume thoughts and planning
were all that I would hear.
She talked of it past Valentine’s,
right through the end of spring;
in summer, she did research
on every little thing:
the outfit and accessories,
the make-up and the hair,
she even noted how to walk
and how to talk, I swear.
And then, when autumn finally came
and Halloween drew near,
‘twas time for me to organize
and get my act in gear.
Out came my pins and velcro,
my trusty hot glue gun;
and soon the fabrication
of her costume I’d begun.
After many nights of
I proudly held that costume up
and it was…simply stunning.
So carefully I brought it
to her room for the revealing,
assuming that with pure delight
she’d soon be loudly squealing.
She met me with a smile
as she surveyed that fine creation;
Her reaction, though, I’m sad to say,
fell far short of elation.
Instead, she handed me a sketch
of a costume she’d designed:
A different one (to make tonight)
“I’ve changed my mind.”
©2011 Carlotta Eike Stankiewicz