halloween

Some people don't do much on Halloween other than eat too much candy.  Some people buy costumes.  And some people make them.

The four-year-old was Little Red Riding Hood, in an absolutely splendid red cape made by her grandmother.  It was trimmed with lace and tiny little roses.  The four-year-old's mother was the Big Bad Wolf, in a wonderful  furry suit with a big tail and real paws.  Her dad was the Woodsman.  Grandmother and Great-grandmother were Grannies, with granny caps and shawls and nightgowns.

Dinner was also genius.  The photographs will have to speak for themselves.

Jack-o-Peppers

Jack-o-Peppers with meatloaf stuffing

Brain Jell-O

Shallot eyeballs.

A Jack-o-Pepper, a piece of brain, salad, potatoes, eyeballs, and bread.  I didn't take a picture of the extremely tasty chocolate mousse dessert.

Trick-or-treating was fun.  I haven't gone trick-or-treating in years and years and years (I got an impromptu costume of knitting witch - I got a spiderwebby cape and an excellent hat from my friend, and I pulled some yarn and a pair of big-sized vintage wooden knitting needles (there will be a post on these at some point) from my car).  We collected candy (or rather, the 4-year-old collected candy), admired pumpkins, and generally had a good time.

Jack-o-lanterns in dayllight.

The Wolf's paw is a lot bigger than Little Red Riding Hood's.

Trick-or-treating.

This was in the window of one of the houses.  There are three Kleenex ghosts hanging above a flashlight, moving in the wind of an electric fan.  It was totally cool.