Saturday night as I was drifting off to sleep after a fun night out with friends, the perfect idea for Halloween costumes hit me like a lightning bolt sent down from the creativity gods.
“What if we go as homophones on Halloween?,” I suggest to my husband.
And, yes, to answer your question: wine was involved in that night out.
“Homophones. Yes, great idea!” I thought to myself.
My husband said nothing.
He is still hung up on a family Star Wars theme. As the only girl in the house, I am destined to be Leia. But if I can’t be Artootytoo (R2D2 to anyone other than little L), I’m not playing.
Homophones! Smart! Fun! Original!
I have Knight and Night as possibilities.
Feet and Feat is funny but kind of hard to pull off. How do you represent Feat in a costume? Heck, how do you make a Feet costume for that matter? Wait…Little Feat and Little Feet. I think I might be on to something there.
Flee and Flea? Beet and Beat?
I don’t know where the kids fit in right now.. are there any three way homophones?
Bear and bare (the animal, a tree bearing fruit and a streaker). Yeah, I know, I’m stretching here.
The thing is: I don’t normally do Halloween. I dressed up years ago when I was young and fun. But now I’m just old, tired and cranky. I’ve turned into a Halloween scrooge.
But my grumpiness is getting harder to hide since Halloween is becoming such an event these days. Neighbors start decorating in September and the lights and decorations definitely rival Christmas. There are elaborate haunted houses in garages and porches with smoke machines and sound effects.
And F. and D. have been talking about costumes and Halloween parties since July 5th. Parade, picnic, junk food, fireworks….check, check, check and check. Ok, then, what’s the next holiday on the calendar? Just three short months from 4th of July to All Hallow’s Eve.
Now, the entire family has been invited to a party, which means I have no choice. I’m going to have to wear a costume–preferably one without a sweaty plastic mask. I have no sewing or crafting skills, so whipping something up is kind of out of the question–unless it is ridiculous. I can probably make something up. I just can’t be trusted to make something that needs to resemble something else. I might be able to make Little Feet; I could not make Raggedy Ann. I’d end up with Alfred E Newman in a dress. Hmmm, not bad….
