I love a good Halloween costume. Oh, I love a good costume any time of year!
I’m so glad there are people out there, like me, who appreciate a good costume – so here’s a few pictures for you!
Around 10:45pm on the 31st some friends stopped by my parents house (where I am currently visiting) to show us their costumes.
They were on their way home from an evening performance (with the STARS Foundation) and called to see if we were home.
BOY, was I glad I was in town! ART work like this must be appreciated.
Their mother Rebecca, (she has a mother load of talents) whipped up these costumes, and spent the morning doing their hair/make-up.
Each girl dressed as one of the characters from the T.V. show Once Upon A Time.
Without reveling too many of her secrets, I can tell you a table cloth, a table place mat, and roughly, a billion safety pins may be involved.
So, not saying that she took some average girls and made them beauties…
she took some average items and made these beautiful girls into storybrooke characters.
Talk about turning straw into gold.
Now, I could blame the fact that I had morning full of chores, followed by a long day on the road for some blurry pictures…but, as it turns out, I left the lens on manuel mode and took several pictures before I even looked…
Last weekend was the Trunk or Treat (why do they call it Trunk or Treat? What does the Trunk option involve?) for the Highlands Ward.
I’m always excited to dress up – and I generally go for the more intellectual costume ideas – I play a generic housewife in every day life with my sweat pants and greasy hair, so a generic costume idea is totally out for me.
remember the year I went as Gold? Like, Au… 79 Protons? YES! From the Periodic Table!!!
So, this year, everyone in my family was a famous artist.
Danny, kinda, started the idea by saying months ago that he wanted to be Bob Ross for Halloween.
Originally I thought, “hey the rest of us can be Happy Little Trees,” but that just didn’t satisfy my hubristic need to be different than the other costumed families on the internet.
So the two and a half year old was Vincent Van Gogh.
I can’t believe we got him to keep a bandage on his head all night! I’m so glad he is still too young to care about what his costume is.
The baby was Picasso. I considered going as a French woman, since I would be holding the baby all night (because Pablo loved the French ladies), but just because history was dicey, doesn’t mean our family costume had to be.
Besides, we all had to be artists.
I went as Frida Kahlo (hence the unibrow) I had smudged a bit of dark eyeshadow on my upper lip, but before we left the house, my husband told me it was weirding him out…what a party pooper.
The uni-brow was weirding him out too.
According to him I was “ruining one of my best features.” So touched, was I, that I removed my fake stache to please him. I couldn’t remove the uni-brow, because then I would just be another pretty face in a Mexican blouse!
I was really impressed how many people recognized my costume!
We had a lot of fun with the Ward that night and when we got home, Danny pulled out his camera to look at the pictures we took.
He looked over at me and said, “our first family photo together has you with a uni-brow in it.”
That’s when I reminded him that our first family photo was taken weeks ago…