With the exception of free candy from strangers, scary stuff is my favorite part of Halloween: ghosts, goblins, ghouls . . . and pictures from childhood. Earlier this week the lovely and talented Beckeye invited folks to participate in a bit of blog pageantry dubbed The Big Wicked Online Pageant. Not being one to miss an opportunity for public ridicule, I called my mom and asked her to find and scan the evidence.
My mom has gotten much better at framing a shot since then.
Making an educated guess, I'd say this was Halloween of 1984, which would mean I was 15 and my brother was 4. Mom made our costumes. At the time I hated that we were dressed alike; I hated that we were bumblebees; I hated that our costumes were homemade - I was, after all, a teen girl and, therefore, hated everything - but I love this memory and this picture of us. I mean, seriously, how freaking cute was my brother? He was simultaneously the kid you wanted to eat with a spoon and the kid you wanted to beat with a stick.
The deadline is fast approaching but please join in the fun . . . The Rules According to Beckeye are as follows:
- Scan a photo from your Halloween past. (Ideally, the photos should be from your childhood but we'll take what you've got.)
- Post it to your blog on Friday, October 29.
- Once you post your photo, email her the URL to the specific post.
My mom also sent this photo which depicts the first-ever wearing of my infamous Sacajewea costume (also made by my talented madre):
You remember this one, right? From when Whiskeymarie was here the first time? When we fake-pooped in stuff and she woke up wearing this very costume on Sunday morning, a mere 50 minutes before her flight took off? Yeah, that one. Good times. She keeps emailing me telling me how much she misses me. This one's for her. I'd better go email her back or she'll send me rotten eggs and angry wolverines.
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Cute photos!
Girl, you are so lucky that I'm fresh out of Wolverines, and I used my last rotten eggs to, well...make eggs. What? I like them sort of "fermented".
And we need more costumes, stat. And we need to hang out soon. If we don't, I'm going to tell everyone about how you tried to kill me that one time. You don't want that- you're too pretty for jail, Sugartits.
isn't funny how some of the things, no a lot of things we so hated as a child are now things we are very fond of? love the home made costumes!
Haha, very entertaining once again EILCC. I have recently been doing the mum-sy thing (No I have not spelt mum wrong- i live in Australia) and making costumes for my little boy. The things kids get put through..
Enjoy your halloween
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Sadly, my mother is in Branson, and no where near the photos of my youth or a scanner. So I had to use my "adulthood" costumes instead.
And sadly, my mother is in Branson, because, well, it's Branson.
And Whiskey - I have some ELF pictures I could share... ;-)
Oooooooh, if my mom had made me dress like my little brother when I was 15 I would have pouted about it for about the next 20 years!!!!
And, hey, I don't remembering you mentioning you had a little brother before. Did I space out.... or have you been hiding him away in the trunk of your car?
That's a very buzz-worthy costume.
Nyuk nyuk.
Wow, when I was 15 I think I would have beaten my mother with a stick if she had tried to make me wear this costume. Both pics are awesome, Gwennie!
I must tell you about the picture I'm thinking about from my past [which I have no clue where this would be, these days]. When I was probably in kindergarten, I dressed up as the pink power ranger. During this time, my mom did funerals for a catholic church. So, needless to say, I spent a good chunk of time running around the church, the ground, rectory, etc. Somehow, my mom's 98 year old [VERY polish] godmother was still kicking (though pretty much def, blind, yet still drinking vodka religiously on a daily basis). With that being said, the picture is as follows. "Aunt Olga" (my mom's godmother) sitting in a church pew, dressed up in her old fashion women's skirt suit + brooch (however you spell it). Me, in full pink power ranger costume (mask & all) with my arms around her neck. She has no expression on her face. HAHA!!! Thought you'd appreciate this. I must locate this picture now!
ha ha! I love you and Whiskey and drinkin' and poopin' stories - so this post is all kinds of awesome.
I love the cute little brother bee too!
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Very interesting, thank you for sharing!
Those are some fine outfits!
I love that pic with you and your mommy, what cute bees!!
Now that I think of it...I can't think of any Halloween pictures from when I was a kid. I remember going trick or treating, but I don't know what my parents dressed me as!! I'll have to ask them.
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