Halloween, circa 1990. Normally my grandma made all of my Halloween costumes, but this particular year, my mom decided to make my costume.
I wanted to be a ghost.
Simple enough. You'd think.
My brother and sister scored store bought costumes for some reason that year, and together the three of us should have looked something like this...
Instead, this was us...
Yup, my mother dressed me in a white pointed hood and a long white robe and sent me out into the night as the South's littlest Klansman.
I remember being annoyed about the pointy hood because it didn't look like Casper. I had no idea just how far "off" my costume really was.
Can't say I know what in the world my mom was thinking, but I do know the next year my grandma was back at the sewing machine and that was the last costume my moma ever made me.