Throughout my childhood, Mom was
incredibly resourceful. She crafted celebrations
from only construction paper and glue. She filled our table with healthy meals, often from leftovers. She kept five children in good clothing every
season. Her resourcefulness also applied
to Halloween costumes. I cannot remember
shopping for costumes, although plenty of my friends did. But I never felt deprived. For us, building your look out of almost nothing
was half the fun! Scavenging through the
house for raw materials was a happy ritual.
One year’s costume stands out in history. I was attending a sixth grade Haloween party with
classmates. Mom conspired with me to
exact something wonderful, exploring options like punk rocker (my fave for many
confusing years), vampire (the traditional kind, because I hadn’t seen The Lost Boys yet, much less Twilight or anything from Anne Rice), and
Carmen Miranda. For that last option,
Mom even let me stuff my dress with rolled up bobby socks, but we laughingly agreed
Dad would object. My fake sock boobs
were removed.
Anwyay, as great ideas often happen, we arrived at my eventual incarnation quite
by accident. We were sifting through the
accumulation of clothes pieces and possible accessories, piling onto my twelve year
old self lots of crazy, unrelated things. I remember Mom joking that I looked like a hobo. Eureka. Her face lit up and she dug until she found a
pan of brown eyeshadow.
Mom smeared my face with the shimmery stuff so
it looked like I had a five o’clock shadow. She slid a stocking cap over my blonde hair and added who knows how many
more unmatched garments to my frame. After
some frenzied moments of adjusting and editing, she stood back and said, “What
do you think?”
I was already happy from
being the object of her undivided attention and bottomless creativity. So to see that I was also transformed into a
completely unrecognizable hobo was bliss. Mom found a long stick from outside and tied
to it a piece of cloth stuffed with something bulky, denoting the classic hobo
carrying satchel. Costume complete.
The pleaseure of being so well costumed would have been enough, but
later at the party, I heard people asking, “Have you seen Marie yet? She’s not here!” They didn’t even recognize me, I was so hoboish.
Well done,
Mom. And thank you for the creativity
and memories. Happy Halloween!
Hi, I came over from Pioneer Woman. I'm trying my best to visit a new blog every day for awhile, and today you're my new visit! Your story of becoming a hobo brought back lots of memories. I was a hobo on Halloween more than once but never with the perfection it sounds like your mom created. Good memories!
ReplyDeleteTucking away the idea of a hobo for future Halloweens...
ReplyDeleteI think part of the fun of Halloween is making costumes, though I can't sew. But I do buy sometimes, and then try to make something to go with them.
What a wonderful mother you had! I love that you laughed together and conspired together! I could see the two of you plotting and creating. I really enjoyed this memory of yours.
ReplyDeleteVery nice! How wonderful to have such great memories! :)
ReplyDeleteI was also a hobo one year! There is something so special about being transformed, especially with special attention from our mothers.
ReplyDeleteMy daughter is having a tough time understanding that a "real" costume doesn't have to come from a package at the party store. On the other hand, I'm not creative at all, so maybe it's better off that way!
What a wonderful memory to have of your mother. When I grew up, Halloween wasn't yet celebrated in Sweden, but we dressed up as witches and went looking for treats in the spring instead (can't remember exactly when, think it's for Whitsun). My mum did the same kind of thing then. I have to see if I can dig up a picture somewhere.
ReplyDeleteThe heart of this is the moment shared between mother and daughter. We all crave one-on-one attention, and I'm so glad you were able to convey that moment with us.
ReplyDeleteThank you for visiting my blog! I am glad I stopped by for a visit to yours!
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed reading about you and your Mom. That is really great how you concocted a costume, and that no one even recognized you. You did a great job of sharing your moment with us!