but we made the masks. We bought plain black plastic masks and the girls glittered them to death. They look more Mardi Gras than Halloween, but masks are masks, I say. And that's real glitter, people, not the namby-pamby glitter glue (that I think is actually worse because it's 100 times messier), although Emily's purple mask did get a bit of an upgrade with some glitter glue after the real glitter was dry. You should not fear glitter. The key is to do everything on the driveway, and then leave the excess glitter on the asphalt so it shines like colorful snow crystals after sunset. Or phosphorescence from algae at the water's edge on an inky night at the beach. I miss the beach.
The costumes are functionally finished. One of them still has velcro sticking out and a plain bodice that needs sequins, but otherwise the girls can walk out of the house in them and beg for candy. I always shake my head at the constraints under which we Midwestern costume-makers are required to practice our art. I think, "If I lived down south, or in Singapore, I could make ANY costume in the world, and with my eyes shut." Here, though, we pray for 55 degrees, and sew for 35 degrees (and snow) on Oct 31st.
Jenna's birthday party tomorrow. Fun. Yesterday we baked 100 cookies!