Happy Halloween everyone! All month my brain worked on which Halloween memory to go with for Memory Monday here. I never decided. Instead, I bring you all a picture collage of Halloween. Yes, I literally put in every picture (well every year of pictures) I possess. I like Halloween, though in my past, family came to believe some crazy things about it, so for a few years we stopped trick-or-treating and went on hay rides or to the movies instead. Anyway, I hope you enjoy the collage!
Starting with 1985!
Pictured left to right, my cousin, Diana Hall (Wilson); my sister, Julie Dittmar (Kent), and yours truly during her kindergarten years. I don’t remember anything about this Halloween, but old pictures are fun in small doses.
Now we move on to (what I think is) 1987…
Pictured left to right: My little brother, Adam Kent; my big sis, Julie Dittmar (Kent), and yours truly again. All I remember about this Halloween is being a big girl with make-up applied by my mom. I’m a princess bride, and I do remember whining for that wand when I saw it. Thanks mom!
Next we move on to (again, what I think is) 1989, yeehaw!
Left to right: Yours truly (with painted-on freckles!), my little brother, Adam; my big sis, Julie. I remember this year we went with my cousin, Nicki, though she’s not pictured, she was a teddy bear
Ah the 90s and despite warnings of the cold from my mother, I went out like this:
After that, notice a distinct hole in Halloween costumes. I remember dressing up as a cat for the 7th grade Halloween dance, earning the nickname Kitty from my pseudo-boyfriend who got “selective amnesia” and forgot about me. Yeah, next day I replied by bonking him over the head with my binder and all my books and asking him if THAT cured his amnesia. Yes, I learn from cartoons too (head injuries always cure the amnesia they cause, don’tcha know?)
Next costume came by way of a High School spirit day and I ninjaed an older costume of my sister’s that I loved…okay, she actually let me borrow it. I remember turning quite a few heads, getting some cat calls, and hearing that a certain friend of mine snidely remarked to others that I looked like a slut.
I bring you high school Freshman costumed me out of 1995:
Take a good look ’cause that’s one of the VERY FEW times a hazy-not-so-good camera and red-eye work together to make a photo even better. Also, about the friend’s remark, in all fairness, the costume did have a slit up it all the way to a few inches above my knee.
Skip more years and I has a baby AND became a muse!
Here’s a better look at that:
Next year sees the birth of my elf costume. Me, as a snooty elf. I was trying to look in the distance at the sky kind of mystical-like…yeah, someone shoulda told me what people with their noses in the air look like.
Need more cute?
And one photo from recent times, say hello to Bakugan’s Michael-Dan back in 2009:
Finally, since I’ve overloaded most computers past the point of viewing easily anyway, I close with a not-Halloween photo of my son. It’s still in theme though, because that apple looks familiar…possibly the work from an evil witch-queen?