Last weekend we went to Nearby Big City to a Halloween party hosted by Americans. Little Girl can make anything out of paper and tape and she’d been working for months on her costume. Husband and I helped at the end with some finishing details, but the concept and materials and design were all hers.
It doesn’t seem like homemade costumes are the most common thing anymore, certainly not here in Sweden among the children of Americans. Too bad, because they are awesome. Little Girl’s costume was amazing.
Baby Brother was kind of a skeleton, but one with internal organs. Basically he just wore some of his pajamas. Thirteen-month-olds are not that into Halloween. I was supposed to be Elizabeth Warren, not that anybody could tell.
Halloween is my favorite American holiday. All things being equal, it’s the holiday I’d most like to travel to the US for. Here it’s not widely or accurately celebrated and I don’t like the candy, anyway. We did carve pumpkins, though, and they’re freezing their asses off on the porch at this very moment (winter is already here).