After much deliberation, I have finally decided on Halloween costumes for the Slaughter kids. I know. It's about time. While I can't reveal, nor confirm, their secret Halloween identities until the 31st, I will give you a hint. Any guesses?
As I was working on the costumes last night, Jeb looked at me and asked ever so thoughtfully, "Mama? What you be Hall-ween?"
I tried to remember the last time I actually dressed up for Halloween. Belle was just a little thing, and our church back home had a fall festival. We all dressed up as farm folks--for lack of a better word. I borrowed the overalls from Grandpa--size 44, I believe.
But Jeb's question made me think. If I WERE to dress up for Halloween, assuming I had a place to go like a rockin' party, what/who would I want to be?
I didn't have to think long. I have ALWAYS dreamed of having a reason to dress up like Scarlett O'Hara at the Twelve Oaks picnic.
Sigh. Is that not the most beautiful thing you've ever seen? The dress. The hat. The face. Vivien Leigh, I adore you.
So what about you? If you had somewhere to go and could be anything you wanted, what/who would it be? C'mon. Spill it.
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