It’s Halloween day itself, and there’s nary a pumpkin, skeleton, or ghostly craft to be found on the premises. Quite possibly the scariest thing around these parts is the fact that I have a bathtub that hasn’t been scrubbed since we moved in…
(Nope, it’s definitely the wooden hands… I know, I just KNOW that one day I’ll be sitting at home alone and I’ll hear those slender wooden fingers begin to move: tap tap tap…)
But really, I do suck at Halloween.
Let me explain:
Growing up, Halloween wasn’t a big thing in our family.
Costumes? Yes – all the time, October 31st or not. Our dress-up trunk was extensive, our imaginations even more so, our photographic history of said costumes/imagination not so much.
Trick or treating? Never. We lived out in the country. Door to door was not an option, except for the occasional oddly persistent salesmen.
Fall festival at our church? Some years. Different families ran different booths with games and candy prizes. One booth was a kitten booth – take a kitten, get candy. All of the kids loved it. The parents did not. That’s where I got my Abby-girl…
Candy? Ha. My parents had a buy-back program where we gullible children traded our delicious delectable white-sugar-poison for cold hard cash (pennies and nickels, I believe). Of course this could be why I’ve never had a cavity, but it’s not for lack of trying to catch up on my sugar consumption ever since 🙂
All that is to say, Halloween just doesn’t hold much nostalgic appeal for me. There’s no warm and fuzzy deep-seated need for me to strew my home, yard, or person with orange and black adornments or pumpkins with gap-toothed grins. I find the colors of the holiday, specifically the combination of purple and orange, fairly displeasing.
So call me the Grinch of Halloween. The Scrooge of October 31st. Bah humbug.
I don’t have any kiddos to delight and terrify with creative crafts and snacks and decorations. And just like last year and the year before that, I’ll be at work All Hallow’s Eve. Instead of benevolently dispensing candy from my undecorated front porch, I get to be a real life force of evil as I make my piano students stay inside and practice their Christmas-recital pieces when they would rather be running around outside with their sugar crazed friends. Muahahaha.
So no Halloween for this girl this year. Maybe one day I will see the error of my ways and the joy of the jack-o-lantern. Maybe one day my children will ecstatically embrace pumpkins in their adorable handmade mouse costumes:
But not this year. Because I suck at Halloween.
And Megan from Rental Revival with her suggestions for creative costumes you can pull together from items you probably already have in your closet. Seriously folks, I have no excuse! If you need a last minute costume idea, please someone go as a hipster zombie (and send me pictures!)
(If you love these ideas, like I’m sure you do, please visit their sites to pin from the original post, *not* this blog post!)
Yep. I suck at Halloween. But I make a pretty cute little mouse… So. I have that going for me.
What about you? Do you go all out for Halloween or save it for Christmas?