A Ghost Story

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...  

"Trick-or-Treat Trio" 6x4 watercolor on paper by Holly B. Johnson ©2012

Instead, this was us...

Moma, I said GHOST. Not Ku Klux Klan member!!!

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. 

BOO!