I hate the expensive pre-fab costumes that you spend a million dollars on at Wal-Mart and they disintegrate the minute you pay for them. So, this year I decided to do something a bit different. I went to the Goodwill store. I have not dressed up for Halloween in forever…well since college days…yeah, that was forever. This year, my school is doing a “Harvest Carnival” the night before Halloween and they want us teachers to dress up. Great.
Well, I’m going incognito. I have this full head mask of an old professor type man. The hair is scruffy black. The eyes are cutout but the bags under the cutout eyes make me think this mask was an alcoholic in another life. I went down to the Goodwill to see if I could get a man’s suit that was about 4 sizes too large for me. Well, I found suit coats but not with matching pants. I had to go over to the pants section for that. Found those easily. Picking out the shirt was pretty fun. There were so many to choose from and many which could have doubled as my own sleep shirts after Halloween. I chose a light brown one. The suit by the way is navy blue.
As I was in the store, I noticed that I was not the only one picking out items for the upcoming weekend events. One youth, couldn’t have been more than 22, picked out a hot pink ski suit with matching ski boots and a red, white and blue ski hat. I’m guessing he was going as a ski bunny? Then there was the girl who picked out a straw farmer’s hat, a green bomber jacket and a flannel checked shirt. Maybe she was going as a scarecrow?
Anyway, I was there just having a blast as my wild little mind considered all the possibilities. I mean, the used bridal gowns, the black lace things, the props!!!! I also thought how much more fun it would be if there was a special someone in my life and he could have been their with me. The fun we would have had creating and considering the endless possibilities for the bizarre, silly and weird. It would have been a wonderful kick-off to the 2008 Holiday Season. Instead, I contented myself with grabbing up the items my children (who were not with me at the time) told me they wanted for their costumes and enjoyed their squeals of delight when I arrived home with the treasure. Judging from their responses, I apparently scored. Now, that doesn’t happen every day. Pleased and excited children…well, that’s a pretty decent start to the holiday season too.