@winston, @janetteb, @thane16
Where we live now Hallowe’en is a really big (and really rather sweet) thing. The local shopping centre is closed to traffic all afternoon and there is a band playing and everybody – mainly parents and the tinies are dressed to the nines. Mrs Blenkinsop and I wandered up about 2pm (pretty cold but lots of sun) and passed a young couple carrying a tiny on their way to the festivities. All three were dressed in (pretty expensive, I imagine) identical superhero costumes–one 6 foot version, one 5 foot version, and one 18 inch version. Not only did they not stand out, but when one arrived at the main street, the costumes were even more elaborate. There were more tiny fairies per square foot running around than you would see in a Disney movie.
By evening, the tinies were exhausted and back in bed, and there were slightly larger versions knocking on the door, either with or without parents in tow. Since I have lived here I have see costumes ranging from Elvira, Mistress of the Dark, with attendant chihuahua (also dressed as mini Elvira) to a tiny standing with parents at the front door (so small she could only just walk) dressed in huge red satin pantaloons, a bright yellow vest and on top of her tiny head a big white blob of fabric. When Mrs Blenkinsop bent down and asked: “And who are you dressed as?” she answered in this very soft voice: “Cupcake”. It was the sweetest damn thing you every saw.
Coming from a place where Hallowe’en had never been celebrated, I think Mrs Blenkinsop and I have ended up in Hallowe’en heaven.
