High Holiday!

I've been blog challenged.
Halloween. Ah, my favorite holiday. Actually when you grow up with a mother who thought Halloween was more important than Christmas you can't help but enjoy it.
She always made our costumes. Not sewn. Made. There was the single eyeball made out of the largest beach ball she could fine. When you're 8 or so it covered you whole body. Picture one eyeball stumbling down the road, in the darkness of a New England fall evening. And then there was the year my sister was the Jolly Green Giant. The green didn't come out of her hair for weeks.
Once we were a tribe of cannibals. This was in the early 60's, mind you. Wearing those fox furs from your grandmother and burlap tied around your waste was pretty intense. Never mind the mop head she died black and stuck wire in to have it stand on end. Adorable.
I think of Halloween as Mother's Day.