Folks, I’ve spent my whole life wrestling with a serious personal dichotomy. Somewhat like a person whose ancestors have spent centuries in Africa trying to live comfortably in Alaska, I’m an October baby who vehemently dislikes all things creepy. What’s more, not only was I born in October, my birthday is three days before Halloween.
Every year at this time, I find myself analyzing just why it is that Halloween has long been my least favorite holiday. Most certainly it has something to do with the one year my mother (a busy single parent at the time) picked up costumes late for my sister and me; actually the day of Halloween. I must have been 5 or 6. All my mom could find was an Angel costume and a Devil costume.
*Let me just interject one thing here, in case you didn’t know:
Idealistic people do not become idealistic over time; they’re born that way.
This is me as a child; maybe 2 1/2. Despite a fair bit of unpleasantness going on around me when this photo was taken, I have always been a relentless seeker of happy. As kids growing up in America, I think most of us can remember preparing for Halloween. Much of the preparing involved Imagining ourselves in various costumes, and especially when we were small, we cared a whole awful lot about coming up with the best costume ever; at least I did. Mine were never scary or creepy, nor did they ever involve dressing up as a villian of any kind (not even a witch, folks). I imagined only happy costumes. I can’t say why, except that I’ve always thought it completely nonsensical that Halloween, chiefly a child’s holiday, should ever involve attempts to scare people.
So when my mom brought home the Angel costume and the Devil costume, I think my spirit for Halloween took a significant (and perhaps somewhat unrecoverable) blow. You see, I was the youngest of two girls in my family at that time. I knew full well who was getting stuck with the Devil costume, and it sure as heck wasn’t my sister.
At any rate, I have no actual photos of that Halloween (probably a good thing); but I do remember crying through most of it, trudging along sidewalks in my greatest-villian-of-all costume, carrying candy that may as well have been rocks for all I cared. All that said, I think even though I really did struggle with that particular Halloween, what evolved as years went by became less about one hated costume I myself would never have chosen, and more about achieving my idealistic viewpoints of what Halloween should be. Maybe in part because I was an October baby born so close to Halloween, I began to seek out joyful aspects of the holiday which, you may have noticed, are sometimes hard to find whilst sifting through all the hockey masked, chainsaw wielding, blood spattered, fright-night images that seem so relentlessly present. Oh, and skeletons. Who can forget about them?
Anyone remember Gus? My copy of Gus was a Friendly Ghost is pretty tattered, but remains one of my most favorite childhood treasures. Some of you may remember finding one of the very prolific Weekly Reader Book Club copies of this Jane Thayer book in every dentist and doctor’s office in America in the 1960s and 70s. Clearly, my copy was somehow acquired through such a club, but I can’t remember just how! Regardless, I loved Gus, Mrs. Scott (whom Gus loved especially – ‘she was so pretty’), and the image of Gus’ scraggly friend Mouse, perched atop a stack of pillows by the fire, eating toasted cheese sandwiches. The gist of the rest of the story (in case you’re unfamiliar), is that Mouse arrived in the Scott’s summer house one day (clearly Gus’ full-time home), aimed at being a nuisance. In not-so-typical ghost behavior, Gus taught him otherwise. You see: HAPPY Halloweenish Imagery.
My point as it relates to all of the aforementioned Halloween Decorations – until some kind-hearted manufacturer is gracious enough to come out with some fab Gus the Ghost fabric, I’m always going to find myself having to seek extra hard to find Halloweeny fabric for our shop that doesn’t feel creepy or scary, or otherwise ‘canned.’
Well, I’m happy to report – I think I’ve done just that. Introducing our 2015 Happy Little Halloween Bundle.
You can find our new Halloween Bundle at the Serendipity Woods Etsy Shop.
Happy Quilting, my friends (can you feel my Joy-Accomplished Halloween soul beaming through your screen? I hope so). I invite you to slip on a sweater, whip up a toasted cheese sandwich, and embark upon a little fall sewing by the fire.
Wait! There’s more! Part 2 of this post 🙂
4 thoughts on “Hopelessly Unenthused October Baby Seeks Joyfully, Non-Creepy Halloween”
You’ve done a beautiful job of choosing a very HAPPY Halloween bundle! I am also of the ilk that believes costumes don’t have to be scary. I’m usually a black cat with a very long, soft, furry tail but have also been a fairy for a year or two. And those are recent costumes. 🙂
Oh thank you, Elita! I’ve not dressed up fir Halloween in a very long time. I have, however, spent twenty years dressing 6 children up, which indeed involved an awful lot of sewing!
Your birthday must be the same as mine and my grandson’s. He was born on my 40th birthday.
I love Gus, and your happy Halloween bundle. It’s so pretty. I love gray and orange together.
My birthday was always a huge celebration, with many of them including Trick or Treating.
I have the same feeling as you about Halloween. I have many Halloween quilts decorating my home, and my friends love to come over and see what new quilt or wallhanging that I have added. Nothing is creepy, crawly, or scary. There are some Jack-o-Lanterns, but they are all smiling (Fons and Porter has a Halloween quilt with a “bad Jack” in it (he’s frowning), and I couldn’t have that in my quilt.
Your quilt is beautiful!