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When I was a kid, I was one of three things every Halloween: a gypsy, a tennis player, or a 1950s girl. It didn’t occur to me I had the option to be something else.

My mother has a thing for that gypsy look — the gold bangles, the heavy loop earrings, the full skirts and ruffled blouses, and the dark kohled-lined eyes. She basically dressed me in her own clothes and sent me out with a plastic bag to do my trick or treating. Nobody ever knew what I was, for I looked like a heavily made up child dressed up in adult clothes.

A good part of my youth was spent on the tennis courts, so for a few years, I was a trick or treating tennis player. That sucked, but the candy made up for it tenfold.

Then there were the many failed attempts to dress as a sock hop 1950s teen. I’d wear my mother’s turtle neck sweaters along with capris and penny loafers and my mother’s bright orange scarf tied around my neck — nobody ever figured out what I was.

In my day, costumes were really limited to plastic masks. Most people made their costumes at home — which is a custom I view both nostalgically and with a sense of relief I don’t have to “create” anything for my own kids.

I swore last year I would never again stand in another long line to buy another Halloween costume for my kids. They discard them immediately after wearing them, and the money spent – the $30+ per kid – is a colossal waste of time and money. Surely I could pull together great homemade costumes for my kids?

But after spending less than 5 minutes on Pinterest, who am I kidding? I searched for do-it-yourself costumes that require no sewing, and the options are indeed limitless or limiting, depending on your point of view. So on bended knee and with an appropriate amount of contriteness I, yet again, concede I am not Martha Stewart, nor any approximation of a crafty, do-it-yourself type of parent.

I ordered online their costumes and paid the expedite fee to the piper, er, Party City. It took less than 3 minutes to cave in.