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Monday Night Flashback: Halloween 1980

October is in full swing, and it’s time to lock in your costume for this year. At this point in my life, the Mr. and I have matching jailbird outfits, and when we need to be in costume, that’s what we wear. Things were a lot more exciting when I was kid.

As a kid, picking a costume was a big decision every year. My grandma was a good seamstress back in the day (she’s turning 98 today, actually), so there are pictures of me as a pumpkin, a witch, a bunny, and a clown, all created by her.

I don’t know how it came about, but in second grade, I “got” to pick a store-bought costume. Maybe Grandma was busy, maybe I threw a fit and just had to have a one of those plastic suits that were all the rage, but my the first time I got to choose my costume I chose Wonder Woman.

Know what’s funny? Ten years later I went to prom with a guy who had picked the same costume in 1980!

Anyway, my question is this- what’s the first costume YOU got to pick for yourself? Do you remember how you chose it?

5 replies on “Monday Night Flashback: Halloween 1980”

I always had a say in my costume. My mom made me, chronologically, a pumpkin costume (my favorite costume for kids ever), Cinderella pre-makeover, Cinderella at the ball, and a dalmatian costume (made out of a white sweatsuit with black dots glued all over, possibly the most comfortable costume). One year my dad bought me a plastic Snow White costume, because my mom didn’t have time to make me one that year. After that, I was a prairie girl every year, because my church started doing “Harvest Festivals,” which, honestly, were a lot funner than trick or treating.

My mom made or stitch-witchery-ed most of my costumes together, so they were pretty much all very similar until high school when I started putting them together myself. And that was the year I became Cyndi Lauper.  That was my all time favorite costume.

I believe my first bought Halloween costume was Casper the Friendly Ghost. In other years I was a butterfly, a hobo, a queen, and, memorably, a table. While wearing the table costume, I got stuck in between a set of doors during my elementary school costume parade. I couldn’t move my arms at all and I couldn’t maneuver the door open, and the candles on my head-piece centerpiece were dripping wax down my face. Needless to say, I was pretty hysterical when they found me.

Oh gosh. I don’t remember the first costume I chose for myself.  My mom made most of my costumes until I was 12 or so, but I think I usually had some say.  In 4th grade I was a cave woman, I think I chose that one.  But 9 seems late to be choosing a costume for the first time?  I’ll have to ask my mom if she remembers, because now I want to know!


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