The other day I went to the Deseret Industries thrift store, that treasure trove of do-it-yourself Halloween expression.
Reliably, right at the front, was a long rack of costumes and accessories. I filed through it. I found cowboy gear and bears and bats and Frankenstein's monster (not to be confused with simply Frankenstein, who as Emma likes to remind us, was the name of the scientist who created the monster -- a distinction I didn't know until a college lit. class.)
Anyway, between a toga and a Christmas angel I found this green dress.
Never mind the poor cell phone quality, it will suffice. I can see the doorstep scene now:
DING DONG!
"Trick or treat! Trick or treat!" in chorus.
"Well, lookey here. We've got a ghost, {plop of candy bar in bag}, Harry Potter {plop}, and ... er ... what are you, dear?"
"I'm the sister of the groom in an early 1990s wedding!"
"Oh. Of course. {plop} That deserves two. {plop} Have a great night!"
Photo: Really, my dress wasn't that short, the slush was just that high.
Photo: Jeff's sisters Andie and Katie with my brother, Jeff at our reception. December 28, 1993.
HALLOWEEN BONUS:
Apparently I was either in disguise on my wedding day or have mutated greatly since. I used to have this photo framed in my living room but removed it because on two separate occasions a visitor asked, "Who's that a picture of?"
Can you believe that?! And that it happened more than once?! And that it was within only seven years of my wedding? Now it's been 17 years. Don't you dare ask, too.
One questioner was my visiting teacher. The fact that she didn't know me well enough to recognize me in the picture (it IS me, people!) should have prepared me to know she also wouldn't recognize my humor when I said, "It's Jeff's first wife."
Forever, I'm glad to say.
Happy Halloween!
