Why was I recently sighted running around wearing an apron, a shawl, a 1940’s-era ladies hat, large sunglasses and a pair of practical shoes?
Because I’m a cool grandma, and dressing up for Delightful Granddaughter’s Halloween party sounded like a fun thing to do.
“You like you’re going to play Canasta!” Sis said, bursting out in laughter.
Of course Hubby couldn’t help but to comment on my attire.
“What are you suppose to be?” he said.
“A befuddled old Italian woman,” I said.
“You don’t need a costume for that!” he said.
I love getting dressed up for Halloween. In recent years, I dressed up as a witch [I suppose I don’t need a costume for that either], a vampire queen, a ghost and Marge Simpson.
As faithful readers are reading this column, I will be recovering from hosting the party. She’s invited a handful of girlfriends over for trick-or-treating and scary movies — all while eating all sorts of treats that you can only imagine I could possibly whip up: Mummy dogs, popcorn balls, candied apples, chili, corn bread, punch ... you get the idea.
Although I may sound like I’m complaining, I really love hosting parties.
I recently realized I have been hosting Halloween parties for 40 years! First, for my children, then my nieces and nephews, and now, my granddaughter.
Looking 10 to 15 years into the future — do you think I’ll be able to do this when I have a delightful great-granddaughter? I hope so!
According to Halloween tradition, if we don’t give trick-or-treaters candy, they’ll soap our windows. That’s why staff writer Shelley Terry prepares for Halloween by purchasing two tons of miniature candy bars to hand out to the hordes of little ghosts and ghouls. But they better watch out! There may be a “gorilla” lurking nearby, ready to scare the bejeebers out of them.