Okay, I know. I haven't posted in days. I haven't read anybody else's posts, or commented on posts or answered comments posted to me. I have spent the last two days at my friend Jeanne's house in Halloween craft lockdown. We have been building a coffin. But not just any coffin. This coffin is made of black foam core, lined with fabulous red satin upholstery, and rigged with a backpack devise so two six-year-old boys dressed as a vampire and a bat can tote it around with them.
I know! We're out of control. But I'm telling you, Jude's school really does it up for Halloween. I mean REALLY. It's like the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade. Some recent favorites: a boy dressed as the Empire State Building, complete with King Kong scaling his side and electrically controlled airplanes circling his head, a girl as a giant box of popcorn, a boy as a hot air balloon. Parents will spend months working in the garage on these things. I mean, these people lose their minds.
Oh Lord! I am "these people"! How did this happen? I swore I wouldn't be one of these competative parents who fixate on this stuff! I know better than this. It's just gross.
But last year...Jude desperately wanted to be a ghost. A ghost! How was I going to make that fabulous? My friend Carol suggested that I try to get him to levitate, but he just couldn't manage it. "Give me something to work with, Babe!" I begged. I showed him pictures of "upgraded" ghosts on the internet. "Nope. Nope." I showed him a boy wearing a sheet with holes. "THAT'S IT!!" So he ended up the cutest damned "old school" ghost in the world...
Precious, right? All that any boy would want, right? But then this year, I got carried away again...
"A vampire? Everybody's going to be a vampire! It's the year of Twilight and Vampire Diaries for God's sake!" Then Jeanne had this idea of our two boys being a team - Jude's the vampire, and Pierson's the vampire bat. They both hide inside the coffin, then Pierson comes out and flies around scarily, making little "Eeeek, eeeek" noises. He then flies back into the coffin and mysteriously becomes...Jude the vampire, who steps out and makes that creepy "Oooooooaahaahahahahh" laugh. Creepy, right?
So I got sucked in. Two days of driving all over Los Angeles looking for cheap red satin and fiberfill. Two days of backbreaking hot glueing.
I swear that next year I will NOT GET CARRIED AWAY. I will just buy a cheap plastic costume from the drug store.
NOT! I just can't help it. It's in the blood. My mother used to spend weeks handcrafting my costumes. I'll never forget the Cat Woman costume Mama made me when I was six (I LOVED Julie Newmar!) And the outrageous gypsy costume when I was eight. I even carried around a crystal ball with tiny slips of paper in it that Mama had typed little fortunes on. I come by the insanity honestly.
So I'll take pictures tomorrow at the school Halloween parade. Wish Jude and Pierson luck that they don't tip the whole coffin over and lie there in the middle of the schoolyard like an overturned turtle.