My Mom was no seamstress….all three of us were usually “ghosts”…wearing old sheets with crudely scissored eye-holes.
After years of begging, we each got a cheap boxed costume….
Mine was “clown” …. shiny, flimsy rayon with white-printed ruff and buttons, tied in the back.
Our masks weren’t plastic, but starched and coated buckram.
Over several years of warm breath and snowy nights, they got soft and ragged around the mouth and nose holes…. so when my costume was handed down to my sister, she refused to wear the mask.
When I dredge up memories of 1950’s Halloweens, I can still smell and taste that damp, white-painted buckram.
SusanSunshine Premium Member over 10 years ago
My Mom was no seamstress….all three of us were usually “ghosts”…wearing old sheets with crudely scissored eye-holes.
After years of begging, we each got a cheap boxed costume….
Mine was “clown” …. shiny, flimsy rayon with white-printed ruff and buttons, tied in the back.
Our masks weren’t plastic, but starched and coated buckram.
Over several years of warm breath and snowy nights, they got soft and ragged around the mouth and nose holes…. so when my costume was handed down to my sister, she refused to wear the mask.
When I dredge up memories of 1950’s Halloweens, I can still smell and taste that damp, white-painted buckram.
Hunter7 over 10 years ago
Old skirt & blouse of mom’s. Never liked the masks. Couldn’t breathe and they didn’t fit well over my glasses.