Halloween Certainly Has Changed - Page 2
Looking back, I get so silly when I think about that costume today. It was either a princess or cinderella costume, I don't think the box even specified. It was nothing more than a shiny piece of blue fabric cut into a square which had a slit in the back at the top of the neck with strings to tie it closed. And it probably cost all of $2.98, if that.
"The gown" had yellow lines painted down the front to give the illusion that it had some sort of shape, and to make it look more "gown like". The plastic mask that came with it had blonde hair with pink painted lips that sported an eternal smile. It really was a piece of crap. But to me, this costume was the creme de la creme.
I remember I could hardly eat my dinner that night, as I knew trick or treating was just an hour away and I had visions of fellow trick or treaters ooohing and ahhhing over my magestic costume and I couldn't wait to show it off.
I hurriedly gobbled down my dinner and put on my costume AND my coat, *grumble* grabbed my pillow case and bolted out the door with my sisters. By the time I got to the end of the driveway, I noticed that trying to see out of my princess mask was going to be quite the challenge, especially in the dark. My eyelashes were rubbing up against the eye holes which of course were cut way too small. I didn't notice any problem before when I tried it on in the house in the bathroom mirror. I guess I was too busy admiring the mask and did not pay attention to it's functionality. Besides, I didn't want my mother to think that I had made a bad choice.
My mask problems coupled with the fact that I was running in a tube sock shaped gown and trying to keep up with my sisters, didn't make trick or treating very easy. By the time I got to the forth house, I was struggling to climb the stairs. Mainly because I just couldn't see the stairs through the slits in that stupid mask. A layer of sweat was starting to form between my face and the mask and the elastic was already starting to tangle in my hair every time I adjusted it, which was every five minutes. I was no longer liking my princess costume and I found myself wishing that I had worn that dern gypsy skirt again.
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