Halloween as a Purple Tent

Somewhere around third grade, I had dreams of the perfect Halloween costume. I wanted to be a magical fairy princess, you know, the kind that flits around like a glowing orb on her gauzy wings and bestows wishes?

Something elegant, mystical, and beautiful. Something like this:

When explaining what I wanted, I made the mistake of telling my mother, seamstress extraordinaire, that I wanted to be a fairy godmother.

My bad. My really, really bad.

Mom took me at my word. She sewed up a costume that looked remarkably like this:

Yep. That year I wore a giant purple tent with a hood. I don't recall having a maroon bow or two colors of purple, though. Just the lavender tent.

It was totally my fault, because I didn't explain it well enough, and all Mom had to go by was the only fairy godmother she'd ever seen. And by golly, I did look like Disney's overweight matron. All I needed to round out the image was an extra fifty pounds, white hair, and dentures.

Mom was thrilled with my choice, because the costume was giant enough that I could wear my winter coat under it and thus keep warm while trick-or-treating.

From my perspective, with the coat I looked like Violet Beauregarde from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory after she turns into a blueberry. Awesome!

I had a wand of some kind, but no one noticed it. At every door, I was asked what I was supposed to be.

No one asked Sheryl, who I went door to door with that year. She had a perfect Little Bo Peep outfit, complete with pantaloons and a shepherd's crook.

After all the work she put into it, I never had the heart to tell Mom that I hated that costume. Nay, I loathed it. (But she reads this blog sometimes. Hi, Mom! Sorry!) And to be fair, I had awesome costumes other years, like Winnie the Pooh in second grade (which Mom also made—she worked her fingers to the bone on that sewing machine regularly for us kids), and I was an awesome gypsy the year before that.

But the fact remains that on that Halloween, I learned a valuable life lesson:

If your request isn't specific enough, you can't complain when someone does exactly what you asked them to!


Me said…
I know it wasn't funny then, but man, this post made me smile.

I remember one year, asking to be a rabbit. I don't know what I expected but was mortified when it looked alot like the Pink Bunny outfit from the movie "Christmas Story"
Julie Wright said…
that is hilarious and sad all at the same time.
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*MARY* said…
I'm so so sorry :(
Kristina P. said…
I think we've all been there. I really wish you had actual pictures to share. :)
Shellie said…
if you have pictures I would love to see them :)
Melanie J said…
Yeah, that's kind of the number one parenting principal I'm trying to master right now. My nine-year-old is very literal.
Heffalump said…
I only remember the year I was wonder woman for Halloween, so I just think its cool that your Mom made you costumes (wonder woman was due to my underoo PJs...Mom just made the foil tiara and wrist bands). It is a valuable lesson though...
Kimberly said…
I had many, many Halloween experiences like that one. I'm a slow learner, apparently.
Luisa Perkins said…
It's so interesting to be able to see this story from both the parent's and the child's perspective. My kids are always as gracious as you were about what I figure out for them costume-wise; I wonder which of them will have future blogging fodder from these experiences.

I do wish for a photo of the purple tent!
Shanna Blythe said…
I always wished to be the first picture too--somehow I never turned out that way! Thanks for the smiles!!
Summer said…
Luisa Perkins said…
Photo, PLEASE!!! I asked for one last time. :D
Annette Lyon said…
I totally need to ask my mom if any photo still exists. I'd totally post it!

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