Halloween anxiety

I'm not one of those people that looooooooooves Halloween. I'm kind of an anti-dresser upper. I just don't like any unnecessary makeup on my face, or itchy clothing. I really don't like people looking at me in general, so why draw attention, you know?

But now that I have kids old enough to care, I've been bitten by the spirit and I can totally see myself waiting outside all night long for The Great Pumpkin to arrive. We even went to a Pumpkin Festival last week, where we took a hayride, painted pumpkins and brought four of them home to represent each member of our family. This weekend, we will carve them into wild and scary creatures.

So what's causing the anxiety?

Well, it's the costumes.

I do not sew. I do not feel comfortable at a craft table. We went to Michael's just to get sticky bubbles the other day, and I nearly broke into hives. Not because I don't like and appreciate all things crafty. I just don't have those bones in my body.

I wish I could channel my Mom, who made all my clothes when I was a kid. My mother-in-law, who sews brilliantly and constantly, and my Nana who made those baby blankets that I still cherish.

The great thing about Z being old enough to choose her own costume this year has been the daily concepting sessions. And every day this month it's been different. She's gone from wanting to be a robot, to Madeline, to Snow White, to a lifeguard (that was my favorite, slash, easy!), ballerina, kitty, butterfly, kitty butterfly (?), Michael Jackson (second favorite, and honestly, that one was my idea), elephant, frog, bird, pig, ant, Hello Kitty (suggested by Miss Julio O, and probably my third favorite), then unicorn, which is what she landed on last night after watching her favorite episode (and mine too) of Dora, Fairytale Adventureland.

This morning I said, "Okay, Z. We've reached a deadline and you have to tell me what you want to be for Halloween so I can start shopping for stuff." And she said without hesitation, "Unicorn!"

Sigh.

I guess I start with a white hoody and find some kind of cone shaped thingamabob, and some gold glitter to paint around it, and fasten it to her head somehow? And then I guess I can find some fringe to fasten to the back of the hoodie. And a horses tail?

The Lil' Man...well, I wanted him to be Max from Where the Wild Things Are, but since I'd rather him be something he has more of an understanding about. Maybe even something he can recognize and say, I'm donning him a dinosaur this year.

Needless to say, Hobby Lobby here I come.

May the force of crafty mothers be with me.