You see, I’ve always loved the holiday. Not so much for the spooky
stuff. I’m a major weenie, after all. And not for the candy, either. I’ve never
had much of a sweet tooth. No. For me it’s all about the costumes. Seriously, who doesn’t
love the idea of dressing up as something clever or sexy, frightening or
downright silly?
As a child, I would spend hours rummaging through the old
sea chest in my mother’s cedar closet where the Halloween stuff was kept. I
fondly recall the year I slipped into the beautiful, too-long, gauzy red skirt
of the hand-me-down fairy dress that no longer fit either of my older sisters. A major score for my young heart.
I could barely wait for dusk to arrive, choking down the
dinner Mom insisted we eat before we could go. And then it was time. Out the
door into the darkness my siblings and I went. Along with hundreds of other neighborhood
kids, we spent the next few hours rushing from house to house until our pillow
cases bulged with treats – that then had to be hand checked by Dad before we
could indulge.
To me, donning a Halloween costume has always been a magical
experience. In fact, I was disguised as Peter Pan the night I met my husband.
What was he dressed as, you ask? Tinkerbell, of course, complete with tutu, blond wig and makeup. With all of my heart, I
wish I had a picture to show you, but alas, you’ll have to settle for one of me
taken with my father an hour before hubs and I met.
And remember not so long ago, my post about my experience
with that old lady’s sewing machine?
You guessed it. I tried my hand at costumes
for my boys - with pretty good results, if I do say so myself. They didn’t come
out so bad. Then again, my guys were too young to complain. Either way, my
enthusiasm for the holiday was passed on to them. Especially the youngest.
He's the littlest caveman and that's him again, all grown up at 6'5" over there with my future DIL in their pixelated costumes. My, how costumes have changed, but I have to admit, theirs was genius. And, apparently she loves dressing up as much as he does. One more reason to love her.
I believe dressing up liberates people in a way, freeing
them from some of their inner restrictions. That’s not such a bad thing in my
book. What about you? Does the idea of dressing up
fill you with horror or glee?
When Mac isn’t slipping into a fun Halloween costume to
entertain the trick-or-treaters arriving at her door, she spends her time
weaving HEAs for her characters, like Nicki Guimond Everson, the heroine of IRRESISTIBLE
DECEPTIONS, Mac’s romantic suspense available from Entangled Publishing.
Oh, and be sure to check out Nicki and her sexy hero, Rhy, at the link below.
