Many of you know that I live in McCormick Woods, but you may not
know the reason we moved here is for Halloween. The streets are
wide,the houses close together and the neighbors (usually)
generous, making it a great place to trick-or-treat. And I’m not
telling you what hundreds of families in South Kitsap don’t already
know.
We came to McCormick Woods many a Halloween before moving here
in 2002. But I was especially excited to make great costumes for
the kids our first year in the neighborhood. (Cue ominous music
here.)
Now, I’m no good with a sewing machine, but I do have an active
imagination. The martian costume I made out of a cardboard box,
worn on the head, had holes for the eyes and pipe cleaners for
antenae. Who needs Walmart? I’ve got the recycle bin.
Then there was the eyeball costume I made out of a plastic
garbage bag filled with crumpled newspaper. I drew veins and lashes
on the plastic with a felt-tip pen. The costume, inflicted on … uh,
worn by my youngest, was effective, but he rustled loudly as he
walked.
The year we moved into McCormick Woods, I decided said youngest
son should be a mummy. My material of choice … toilet paper.
My son is 14 now and trying to make a good impression on his
junior high friends. He gave me permission to relate this story if
I made it clear he was an innocent bystander in the whole affair
and had nothing to do with it other than a mad desire for
candy.
So I wrapped him in the toilet paper head to toe. It took three
rolls. For added effect, I drizzled him with red food coloring.
Ta-da! I put Martha Stewart to shame.
Off went said youngest son among the prim hedgerows and
manicured lawns of McWoods looking for all the world, I realized in
horror, like a … well, lets just say it was far from tasteful.
Too late, and anyway, at 7 he was oblivious to anything but
rushing to ring the next doorbell. Then it began to rain. My son
continued his quest, leaving wads of gory toilet paper in his
wake.
The moral of this story is: next year, use two-ply.
Oh, wait, he’s too old to trick-or-treat. I need more victims …
uh, grandchildren.
Happy Halloween. Stop by and visit me if you dare!
Chris Henry, South Kitsap reporter and costume maker
extraordinaire