The Mitten…Part I – Halloween

The Mitten…Part I – Halloween

Halloween is the only time of year it was legal to scare the crap out of your siblings.  And for your oldest sibling…it was his birth right. I was that older sibling.  The rewards for scaring and or crying….sugar-induced comas.  It was the best time ever!

I was just a little kid and all my costumes were homemade. Somehow my parents forgot to put the “good” in good old homemade costume.

One Halloween, It was chilly out so my mom thought it would be in my best interest to get me dressed up in my satin blue puffed-out winter parka. And it wouldn’t be the same without the oversized homemade striped wool toque with an even bigger over sized fussy pom-pom on top of it that my gramma made for me.  I had the matching scarf wrapped around my neck, face, nose and head 10times depriving me of oxygen.  Of course my ensemble wouldn’t be complete without the matching dummy stringed attached mittens. One mitten was always bigger then the other.

Safety pins held the towel (cape) in place and the denim jean mask would never retain any type of shape, causing it to flip flop, hitting me in the eyes. It was cut out from the leg from my uncle’s jeans.  He wasn’t home at the time so it worked out perfectly.   One look at my costume and you’d think I was a walking billboard inviting the neighborhood bully to smash me.

I’m pretty sure I said I wanted to be batman but all my mom heard was,
“I want to be a 3 ½ foot satin blue Pillsbury Doughboy having an identity crises.”

I wanted to die.

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The Mitten…Part I – Halloween

The Mitten…Part I – Halloween

Halloween is the only time of year it was legal to scare the crap out of your siblings.  And for your oldest sibling…it was his birth right. I was that older sibling.  The rewards for scaring and or crying….sugar-induced comas.  It was the best time ever!

I was just a little kid and all my costumes were homemade. Somehow my parents forgot to put the “good” in good old homemade costume.

One Halloween, It was chilly out so my mom thought it would be in my best interest to get me dressed up in my satin blue puffed-out winter parka. And it wouldn’t be the same without the oversized homemade striped wool toque with an even bigger over sized fussy pom-pom on top of it that my gramma made for me.  I had the matching scarf wrapped around my neck, face, nose and head 10times depriving me of oxygen.  Of course my ensemble wouldn’t be complete without the matching dummy stringed attached mittens. One mitten was always bigger then the other.

Safety pins held the towel (cape) in place and the denim jean mask would never retain any type of shape, causing it to flip flop, hitting me in the eyes. It was cut out from the leg from my uncle’s jeans.  He wasn’t home at the time so it worked out perfectly.   One look at my costume and you’d think I was a walking billboard inviting the neighborhood bully to smash me.

I’m pretty sure I said I wanted to be batman but all my mom heard was,
“I want to be a 3 ½ foot satin blue Pillsbury Doughboy having an identity crises.”

I wanted to die.

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