Trick or treating was a success. The girls came back with tons of goodies, and the weather was unexpectedly mild.
The Consort brought Trixie to her friend’s house, and had a great time chatting with the dad. Seems the two dads have a lot in common (both on sabbatical, both alums of the Woodrow Wilson School, both in the field of environmental studies). Impera went out with a bunch of her girlfriends, and hit the notoriously generous part of town.
Trixie always picks rather obscure personas for her costumes. This year’s choice of medieval herbalist was less confusing to strangers than usual. But no one guessed it right off the bat. I think she likes to confuse people.
I worried about Impera for a while in the run-up to Halloween, because she really wanted to be a zombie and make herself as ugly as possible (torn clothes, Crisco and leaves in her hair, rotting flesh face paint). (She also never wants to wear anything that makes her “pretty” and refuses to do anything with her hair — it’s either down with two hair clips at the temples, or up in a ponytail with two clips at the temples). Turns out, I needn’t have worried. The group of girls she went out with were mostly undead. Must be the new thing.
You can kind of see the blood and torn pants of the complete zombie costume in the five measly shots the kids let me take before they went out.
(And today begins National Blog Posting Month. I promise you thirty consecutive posts. Note: quality not guaranteed.)