I love Halloween because I love being spooked. I love jack-o-lanterns and zombies and trick-or-treaters. I love ghost stories and goosebumps, and I think bats are fantastical, skittering miracles of nature.
What I don’t like is dressing up.
I know that’s weird; dressing up is what the holiday’s all about. I’m not sure why it makes me uncomfortable but it always has, even as a kid. I loved seeing what everyone else wore, but I hated the pressure of coming up with a costume myself. Recently, a friend on Facebook told me she wanted to have a “Dress As Your Soul” party for Halloween. I can’t even express how much I love that idea… and yet I know it would completely stress me out to come up with a costume representative of my soul.
But on Halloween, 1993, I dressed up for a party at our neighbor’s house, and I totally nailed the whole costume thing. It was the first (and, I’m guessing, last) time I’ve ever won a costume contest.
Curious? Okay, I’ll share, even though my hair – which was not part of the costume – is more than a little embarrassing. Here you go.
Awesome right? The red leggings, green shirt and Frankenstein mask are all stuffed. My legs are in the jeans.
So now I’m curious and in the mood for some Halloween fun. What is the best (or worst) costume you’ve ever worn?
Oh, and here’s a Halloween picture, which I drew just for you.