Speaking of Halloween…

I have taken some flak (or at least some well-deserved questioning looks) for the huge number of photos of myself displayed on this website. So I feel I should just warn you up front that this entry is chock full of pictures of me… but don’t worry, they are ALL EMBARRASSING.

Last week, when I was trying to decide what to be for Halloween, I took the opportunity to search through our family photo albums and pull out every single photo of me in a Halloween costume. Then I lined them up in chronological order, and realized that there has been a consistent thread weaving its way through my life: dorkiness.

And then, because the embarrassment of reminding myself what a dork I am was not enough, I had to post those same photos on the internet for the entire world to see.

So, here, for my own twisted amusement, are some highlights from my career as a wee Trick-or-Treater:

Halloween 1988

My first Halloween. I was born in September of 1988. So by the time Halloween rolled around, I was still only a small stub of a human being. My big brother Brian, who was eight at the time, was dressed up as a Ghostbuster. So Mom, being the creative and resourceful individual that she is, decided that her brand new baby daughter would make the perfect accessory to his costume.

That’s right, she put me in baby carrier, stuffed a white blanket around me, and affixed a smily face to my forehead. I think that look on Mom’s face in this picture can correctly be interpreted as, “Yeah, I dressed one of my children as a ghost, and the other as a ghostbuster. What are you going to do about it?”

Halloweens 1989 & 1990

Forever to be known as “The years that I was Supergirl twice.”

Some things to notice about these pictures: 1. I was Supergirl. Twice. 2. I had curly hair when I was a toddler. 3. Dad was pretty young looking in 1989.

Halloween 1991

First in a long tradition of costumes recycled from my brother. In this case, he had been “Buddy Blue,” a character from the TV show Rainbow Brite. A few years later, I was basically the same thing, except with bunny ears.

I think a look a little rightfully indignant about that fact in this picture.

Halloween 1992

… I don’t even know what to say.

Halloween 1994

This was the year I went as “Purple Sweatpants Girl!” No, really… this was another recycled costume from Brian. But the main thing I remember about this year is that it rained buckets on us all night, and that poor little “Batgirl” got so soaked that her mother made her take a warm bath immediately when she got home. (Which, I might mention, interfered directly with Bat Girl’s plan to begin immediate consumption of candy upon returning home. But I guess she survived.)

Halloween 1996

This Ladybug getup was an original. I remember that Mom and I pulled this together in one afternoon out of materials in our “Dress-Up” bucket when I realized in desperation that I did not have a Halloween costume. (Really, in case you didn’t know, Mom was a champ when it came to helping us with our Halloween costumes.)

THE END.

All of our other Halloween pictures are either too grainy to be worth much or they are T.N.T.T.O.A.T.A.S.T.E. (”Too Near The Threshold of Ages That Are Still Too Embarrassing.”)

You’ll have to excuse me for this self-indulgent journey back through time. “Man,” you’re thinking, “These bloggers; if they don’t have kids to post endless pictures of, they post picture of themselves as kids!” To which I say… erm, you’re right. But at least I’m up front about it, right? Right.

P.S. Mom would like me to tell you that the Smiley Face wasn’t really affixed to my forehead, it was affixed to a hat on my forehead. She thinks the first one sounds neglectful. I think she’s just feeling guilty.

P.P.S. Mom would now like me to tell you that actually nothing was affixed to my forehead, because I was facing backwards in the baby carrier. So that’s the back of my head you’re seeing. Piddling details.

Posted on Thursday, November 2nd, 2006 at 11:56 pm.
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