These costumes are classic Halloween to me. I especially loved those plastic masks. I can remember staring at a wall full of possible personas when I was young, then trying on each mask for fit and sight clearance.
I love window-shopping on the town square, especially during the holidays, just to see what surprises will be on display. I had to stop and laugh at the silliness of this one. You’d never know it was for the ice cream shop.
H and I drove past this haunted house in Woodstock a few weeks back. It had not opened yet, but the mural told of frightening things to come.
It looks like my sisters and I have covered the basic Halloween costumes with patent leather go-go boots, warpaint, scruffy hobo attire… oh, and a particularly creepy neighbor clown.
Stink alert! It’s had to imagine that something so intricate and beautifully detailed could be so smelly when swatted or crushed. I try to avoid stink bugs at all costs.
We’ve all got such a unique sense of who we are. I love the contrast in mother/daughter fashion styles.
I’ve shared many family photos where I am holding someone in place, much like the armlock I have on my niece, J. However, this is the first time I’ve realized that my mom had a similar firm grip on me. Hmmm… maybe this inclination to restrain is hereditary.