Halfway through the second week of the October break and I can't shake the feeling that something is missing. Although the last few days have seen feverish workroom activity , mainly in the construction of Christmas decorations, it hasn't been as fraught as it normally is. Perhaps I have finally learned to relax slightly and 'go with flow'. Ha! As if.
No, the reason behind my relative composure is the result of yet another teenage milestone. For nearly ten years, as well as the usual craft fair preparations, the last few weeks of October saw me fabricating Halloween costumes and scribbling down poems to be learned as the 'turn' when out guising ( I don't agree with the 'trick or treat' mentality, the boys have always had to do something to earn any goodies ) Last year they told me not to bother.
I'm not quite sure what triggered their decision to stop getting dressed up and going out. There could be any number of reasons. Peer pressure, adolescent self consciousness, an aversion to frost bite! All I do know is that, strangely, I miss it.
So, I hope you will indulge me as I take this trip down memory lane.
|Don't you just love muslin? Stitched on to a t-shirt and trousers for ease of use.|
|What can be achieved with a football, wellies and a tin of silver spray paint.|
|A ten tentacled, eight eyed, four footed, two headed alien. Halfway through the night it split in to two!(you just gotta love Velcro)|
|Eyes that were open even when closed.|
|Scary, Hairy Beastie Monster and his friend Inside-out Man.|
|Hmm, that looks tasty!|
|Death and a zombie|
|Don't worry, he's 'armless *groan*|
|Death obviously didn't find that joke funny either.|
|The Headless Horseman. Yes, that is real hair on the paper mache head. It was the only way I could get him to agree to a haircut!|
|A liberal splash of luminous paint helped this ghost glow in the dark. And there's that muslin again.|
|Dr. Jekyll and Mr Hyde I presume. Hopefully that's the last time I'll ever have to make a top hat.|
|Three years ago it became apparent that we didn't have ceilings high enough to make treacle scones a challenge.|
|Well, not so much treacle (bleargh) as strawberry and toffee sauce|