But pretend is fun. I'm about 8 feet too tall to be a ballerina, or any other graceful sort of being, so Halloween is a good time to use the old imagination. This year it was a toss-up between crazy bird and (crazy) ballerina. In the end, the desire to make and wear a tutu won-out. There were lots of great costumes out there and I had good fun with some girly friends... all-in-all, a good pre-Halloween Saturday night. Love and thanks for good times to my lovely syrup-pouring, spatula-wielding Jenna and our cutesy cave woman sidekick, Amberley.
And now, for the real trick or treaters and teeny tiny ballerinas...
P.S. - Yes, yes that is some new and very much darker than before hair.