I was a gypsy for Halloween about 3 times. Maybe more. It was so easy! I just piled on some extra clothes, borrowed ALL my mom's jewelry (that's such a weird word) and tied a big scarf around my head. Mom let me put on her lipstick. It was fun. Truthfully I had a phase in high school when I sort of looked like that all the time.
I wanted to BE a gypsy. Still do, kind of. Hitch up my two speckled horses to a little yellow wooden caravan, full of crazy coloured blankets and pots swinging from hooks, and just wander around. Fake a vaguely European accent and tell fake fortunes. Every fortune would start with, "You arrrre in grrrave... dangeaarrrrrrr!" I might even bust out a cackle.
Mom dressed me up like a witch in Kindergarten. My mom was amazing (and still is, I add.) She drew wrinkles on my little face with liquid eyeliner. Now just hold on - my sweet little Mennonite mommy, who grew up without electricity or running water, had liquid eyeliner in 1974. What a hip chick, seriously. She made me a paper witch hat complete with strips of white paper for hair, which she curled with a scissor. So awesome. When she held me up to the mirror I cried. She washed the wrinkles off and then I accidentally left the paper hat at school.
One year I dressed up as Boy George. I'm sorry. It was the 80s, man.
A few years ago, my daughter and I dressed up as red devils. We had red plastic pitchforks and when we did the rounds of the neighbourhood I poked Jethro in the butt. All the way around the block! Halloween is fun.
I'm trying to decide what to do this year. It's tonight and I still haven't decided. I could easily do the gypsy thing. Or I could slap on my suede outback hat and a plaid shirt (shouldn't be hard) and my chaps and call myself a cowboy.
I could do my most popular costume, but I don't know... I don't know if I can handle all the leering adoration from the mothers of all the little ghosts and ghouls and princesses coming to my door...
MOTHER: I like your costume...!
ME (IN RASPY PIRATEY VOICE) Thank you, dahhling.
MOTHER: No, I mean, I realllly like you costume. (grinny grin, wiggle wiggle, flirty flirt)
ME (TOTTERING SLIGHTLY DRUNKENLY) (Leering right back)
Felt kinda sullied and unusual after that exchange, and others like it, but hey, I was in character people, I had to stay in character!! Like the slightly drunken instability: ACTING! Stay in Character!
LITTLE VAMPIRE: Are you Jack Sparrow?
But I know I pale in comparison to the real thing. Nobody does it better.
I'll be spending the evening handing out candy. I gotta admit, living in town is awesome on Halloween. It was fun, driving around the country block in the 70s and getting a homemade popcorn ball and an apple from my Grandma, but this is a different kind of fun.
So help me out here, willya?
This is important, because it really affects how I'll answer the door! I only get to do this once a year!