This year is different, though. I’m not even thinking about my costume. Not because I’ve gotten all zen about it (I wish). It’s because I’m busy stressing about my son’s costume. It’s his first Halloween and I want it to be special. Of course he won’t remember a thing. But I’ve set a high standard for Halloween costumes over the years and now I get to project that pressure onto him. Lucky boy.
I have often admired the folks who could just wait till the last minute, throw on a pointy hat and call it a witch. They’re the same people who don’t know what movie they’re going to see until they get to the theater and check out what’s playing. (Do those people really even exist anymore?).
Not me. I’m a costume perfectionista. (Omigod! That’s the titular line for this blog!) I like my costumes to rank high in at least one of three main categories: originality, cleverness, and relevance. Actually, cancel relevance. It usually precludes originality, but I do like to guess what’s going to be hot each year. It’s a little sad when people try to reference a scandal that broke last January. It’s like the Academy Awards. You’re not a true costume contender unless your scandal happened in the months leading up to the event. Sorry, Tiger, but I don’t think a broken golf club’s going to be as hot this year as a meat dress.
So now, my first year being a mom on Halloween, I’m not thinking about my own costume. I’m thinking about my son’s. He was going to be Justin Bieber until we cut his hair. I lament that haircut. How do I dress an 11-month-old who will probably rip off a wig or yank at a prop? I refuse to go into one of those myriad pop-up stores that all claim to be the “Halloween Headquarters.” (Are you happy, mom?)
Luckily, I still have a week or so to stress about it…
What’s your fave Halloween dress-up memory. Do tell.