I feel like I am fighting a losing battle on the Halloween front. The costumes for girls just get skeezier every year. The supply of non-slutty looking costumes continues to dwindle as merchandizers find new and improved ways to tart up "classic" outfits like Disney princesses and fluffy animals for anyone over the age of 8. Sigh.
This year I thought I was on a role. I found a lovely and inexpensive "Juliet" style medieval gown for Dove at the PX. She really liked it, and it was only a tiny bit big, so we got it. Then Robin decided she wanted to celebrate her birthday at the local "Not So Scary Halloween Event" at the local jump zone, and Dove realized that jumping in a full length medieval gown was not going to fly too well.
So my sweet older daughter, who loves puppies and butterflies and unicorns, has decided that instead she is going as a Little Undead Girl. She wants to temp dye her ponytails black and rip up some white tights and we have a little girl style red dress from the thrift store that she wants to dirty and cut up. She has plans to make an oversized lollipop out of cardboard and duct tape with a spider on it. This morning she asked me if I could get some blood capsules too.
Double sigh. What has happened to my sweetpea?! I really wanted to see her in that Juliet dress, but that will have to be saved for trick or treat. Still, I fondly remember in a game many years ago where I played a little dead girl to
evcelt's adult ghoul, and so I will try to help Dove achieve a similar creepy look for the party.
Robin chose a standard packaged costume - Cleo De Nile from Monster High. This costume is on the edge of TartWear as far as I'm concerned, but I'm making her wear opaque white tights and a long sleeved shirt under it (mean Mom! mean Mom!!!) and Robin is little and skinny enough that it brings down the Tart Rating. We will also be ignoring the high heels that the model is wearing on the cover for sensible flats. I found a wonderful REAL Cleopatra costume that was much better made and looked a lot nicer, but half her friends are Monster High-ing it, and she wanted to, too. Ugh.
Somebody just slap an "old fogey" sign on my back and be done with it.