You assume because I’m creative when it comes to dressing, that I’m creative when it comes to costumes. DEF NOT.
I call one friend every year to tell me what to be. I then stress about it for months and only the night before, do I start working on costumes.
We were crayons and I thought it would be simple. Two days and 8 hours of crafting later, we finalized crayon-tip-hats at 5:50 to leave the house by 6.
The real deal is, I stress myself out because, like you, I equated my love of fashion with my non-existent costume creativity.
THERE SHOULD BE NO STRESS WHEN GETTING DRESSED. FOR ANY EVENT. FOR ANY REASON.
We have better things to do than worry about what to wear. Like demanding cease-fire, pressuring corporations to reduce emissions, and loving one another deeply in a world of distractions, unattainable expectations, and hate.
SO y’all can have your Halloween fun. This fashionista would rather pass.
That said, holy moly, watching your kid run from house to house while figuring out, for the first time, what trick-or-treating is, is so delightful.