I always enjoyed going trick or treating as a kid, but as I got older I was never that girl who had to dress up as a sexy nurse, or sexy kitty, or sexy garbage man, etc. (seriously, why are all adult female costumes labeled “sexy”?! Isn’t it enough that I am sexy every other day of the year?!….ok, even I couldn’t type that without laughing, but seriously, I’m a mother and I don’t want to look like a hooker anymore!). However, now that I have 3 kids, I have learned that there higher expectations for my wardrobe if I am going to volunteer to help with class parties on Halloween.
Now, I am doing really good just getting all three kids into costumes without having a nervous breakdown, let alone getting myself into one, so what was I to do at the last second?! Luckily, my creative “genius” worked out a master-plan in the 4 spare seconds I had this morning. I will let you in on the secret so you can copy my idea for next year when you may find yourself in the same dire situation.
- Step 1: Dig through your old t-shirt drawer until you find something that has some sort of inspirational design. For my inspiration, I chose an old pirate t-shirt that I purchased from the little girl’s clearance section at Target (this was purchased at the last-minute a few weeks ago when I realized that you are also expected to dress up for your child’s pirate-themed birthday party). So, I was going to be some sort of pirate. Step 1 complete.
- Step 2: Dig through your child’s dress-up box to find anything that remotely resembles your inspirational theme. Luckily for me, having just had the pirate party paid off and I found a bandana that I quickly wrapped around my head. This part of my costume served two purposes – making me authentically piratey(ish) and covering up my horrific hair. Yes. Step 2 complete.
- Step 3: Frantically continue digging through the toy box to find one more accessory to complete your ensemble. I chose to put on my son’s skull print belt. This accessory was also dual purpose as it matched my head scarf and held my 10-year-old jeans up. No one has to know that I barely got it buckled. Step 3 complete. I am officially “Captain Mom” and I am awesome.