Happy Halloween!


Gabriel’s best bud Spiral aka The Vampire Slayer and Gabriel aka Neo

What great fun we had chasing the kids around going from house to house in the neighbourhood across the street from us. I was astonished at how few children were running about in costume. It seems that this tradition is a dying one. In any case, the boys looked very cool (in fact, at one house the gal who answered the door said that they looked “hot”… Gabriel “Ewwwwwed” while Spiral was mightily impressed with himself. Too funny…

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3 thoughts on “Happy Halloween!

  1. T2

    Did you make the outfits or buy them? They do look very cool…or hot depending on one’s perspective.

    Regardless, the costumes look “quality”. The hair is right on the money, too.

  2. Adriane

    Egads, I wish I could say I made ’em… but no… purchased, at the last minute, from an online purveyor of costumes, because he changed his mind about what he wanted to dress up as, the previously purchase Target death guard costume cast aside–it’s true, I indulge him perhaps too much… but how can I refuse a Neo costume?! I drew the line when he inquired as to whether I would accompany him on his trick-or-treating dressed up as Trinity… with a bit of pan make-up, I could have pulled off the Oracle, maybe… or Persephone, if I could figure out where the heck my corset disappeared to… 😀

    And you’re right… Gabriel’s “street fighter” costume is quite nice… other than the pervasive petroleum product odor to it, it’s an article that can be worn for other occasions, except that it’s about 3 inches too long, and I refuse to invest in a pair of $75 Doc Martens for a growing boy’s foot… and there’s no way I’m hemming vinyl. Electrical tape… staples… Krazy glue… all viable options at this point, I’m thinking…

    Did I ever tell you the story about my eighth grade home ec class sewing experience? You would think that my mother’s fantastic sewing abilities, being a seamstress by trade, would have rubbed off on me, considering I’d wielded my first needle and thread at about the age of three, and watched my mother sew countless outfits throughout the years. My Barbie dolls were frocked in designs artfully constructed by MOI using my mom’s left over bits of fabric and sewn together on an old Singer sewing machine. My mother was the epitome of the old world craftsman… she scoffed at using the sewing machine for finishing work… every buttonhole, button, hem, inner seam HAD to be hand sewn… tiny, precise, carefully placed stitches… and everything ironed over and over again so the piece was crisp and draped like a dream. It was almost a shame to wear the clothing, for fear of sullying this transient state of perfection.

    So… eighth grade… home ec… one half of the year was spent learning to cook (quite disastrous in and of itself: who knew baking soda wasn’t an optional ingredient to orange, date and nut bread?), the other learning to sew. I excitedly picked out a pattern and the fabric and notions to go with. I imagined myself strutting my stuff in a new pair of denim gauchos (egads… who ever thought those things were the least bit becoming?!). Somehow I figured that the whole thing would miraculously come together without a whole lot of work, maybe with the help of little workshop elves.

    The cutting out and ironing of the pattern tissue is someone’s diabolical idea of torture, I’m sure. If tissue was meant to be unrumpled, it would have been made of some sort of permanent press material. Then there’s the washing, drying and ironing of the fabric, prior to cutting. Then there’s the marking process… seam lines… darts… button holes… not to mention measuring and altering the pattern so that it’s properly fitted. Thankfully, my mom stepped in to help, after tiring of hearing me lament (loudly, repeatedly)… and she placed the pattern pieces, measured, marked and cut the fabric for me.

    Reading pattern directions is another hair-raising experience. Maybe I’m dyslexic… maybe I have a touch of ADHD… but I could never figure out those doggone things… so off I went on my own, trying to sew the pieces together just adhoc. I ended up sewing the bottom seams of the pant legs together (instead of hemming them), and so I couldn’t slip my legs through to pull them up. Funny. I became extremely adept with the seam ripper… and my mother “fixed” my project for me, magically altering it into a wearable garment.

    Pattern tissues are only good for one thing, in my honest opinion: collage material… layered on a mixed media piece, it can have a stunning effect.

    And if you think I’m quite amazing with sewing instructions, you should see what I’m capable of accomplishing with a box of IKEA furniture! 🙂

    Adriane Giberson
    weBlog: http://www.onesundayafternoon.blogspot.com
    website: http://www.onesundayafternoon.com

  3. T2

    Maybe you should have tried Metal Shop or Wood Shop with the guys? (Was that allowed then?)

    Too funny, A.

    Baking Soda – Baking Powder…who knew?

    That petroleum smell is probably going to be there for a while. Hang it in the garage to air out for a few months. NOT by an open flame, (i.e. water heater) however.

    Spoiling kids? Not when it comes to making memories, mom. Good work as far as I am concerned.

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