Halloween costume planning in our house begins sometime on the early morning of Nov. 1, as the candy-fueled hangover from the night before begins to lift.
“Next year, I want to be a …. ”
By December, it’s something else. By June, something else again. By August, her astronaut space warrior invariably morphs into dragonfly or some such.
Every year, we have to give the kid a September deadline so that Dana and I have time to make her outfit.
With one day to go this year, she changed knight to cowgirl and off we went.
I made the chaps out of some pretty cool looking Native American fabric, fussy cutting it to see the designs. First, I tried to add real leather tassels to the sides, but A. leather is expensive and B. I really messed them up. The first iteration looked like a cross between Midnight Cowboy and Fragglerock.
So I got a ribbon of fabric tassels instead and started anew. Wise decision. I think they look better.
Ultimately, I had to make two pairs, because I went patternless and more or less made shit up as I went along. The good news is I got to do all manner of google searches for chaps, and that was a blackhole timesuck of amazing assless wonders. Highly recommended. Go on. I’ll wait.
Dana made this shirt with a bucking bronco on the back and some gold glitter piping on all the seams. It looked so great that it upstaged the chaps and Emme and I agreed that Dana could no longer participate in years to come. OK, I made that decision. But it seems like it will work out for the best.
We rounded out the costume with a rope lasso, a hat, and some spurs and boots she already had from all her horse adventures.
I have to say, this Lone Ranger looks slightly creepy. He thought the mask made him look all handsome and he may have strutted about, Hey, look how fucking handsome I am. And then later he saw the pictures and realized those were actually polite smiles that people kept giving him, the kind that said: Yes, I see you. But please, oh dear god please, don’t talk to me, Creepy Ranger.
And so there you have it. It was a busy holiday, between making the kid’s costume and helping out on the San Francisco Chronicle’s costume-making A team. (Seriously, wait until the end of the video to see something awesome/mildly sexually disturbing.) But good lord, we love Halloween. Can’t wait until next year, even if all the costume changing will leave us guessing until the last minute.