DS has some friends coming out from the City tonight for a "Suburban Halloween". They will get what they asked for. This historic little town has a timelessness to it at certain times of year. All of the costumed children on the streets tonight could as easily be crunching leaves under their feet in 1959 as in 2006. There are many days that the backwardness of this place irks me, and other times that I am charmed by it. Tonight I will be charmed.
We started the day by discovering that we were TP'd last night. This thrilled us. We live a few miles from the town center, and are often missed on such devilish outings. Getting TP'd made us feel loved.
Once we were all dressed, we went outside for the traditional Halloween photo session. This must be done before school in the morning, for fear of damage to the costumes during the day.
We have two rather esoteric costumes this year. No, that is not a ghost as you might think, but rather a tissue. And no, not a prima ballerina from Swan Lake, but Bjork from the Oscars. The DD's love to ham it up for the camera.
This year I only made one costume (with the help of DD#2). So you'll have to indulge me with another shot of Bjork.
Just in case you fear there is no room for handknits in our celebrations. . .
The tissue will be sporting Baudelaires with her new Chucky T's.