Things did not going according to plan. While I was making my pie and assembling my trunk diorama, not only did Salty continue to rip the wig off of Snow White and tear the pages out of my grimoire despite repeated injunctions not to touch my stuff, he also painted his nails red, in the process painting my carpet, my nightstand and my dresser scarf. Gah! While I cleaned that up, he and Peppers broke into my paint in the garage and painted their hands and part of their pajamas blue. So I gave Salty a time out during which he broke the bottom of the drawer out of his dresser.
At this point, I just sat down and cried. Not for the loss of my stuff, but for the way I am failing to curb this particular child. It can’t always be like this, right? I remember Fluffy was so naughty I thought I’d never survive. Kent would come home, and I’d swear she had 12 time-outs and was driving me insane. But it didn’t last like this. When she was Salty’s age, she had already turned a magical corner and become the most wonderful little pal of mine. After 15 minutes of crying (mine) and holding Salty begging him to be obedient, I decided to scrap the pie. I’m not having my new oven mitts toasted. Besides, realistically, Kent would probably be at least half an hour to 45 minutes late which means, to enter the pie, I would probably have to get us and our stuff completely ready by myself and man the kids at the party for a full hour.
Instead, I waited till he got home and we dressed everyone and went together. And yep, we got there about one hour after I would have had to enter the pie. Good decision.
I had made Salty take a nap, which meant I had woken him up from a nap to put on his Harry Truman costume. He was pretty bummed that he didn’t get a wig.
The trunk turned out very spooky. In fact, even before the trunk, people seemed to really like my costume. The kids were scared to talk to me. And then after all the other events, they saw this:
Hahaha! Oh, I love it so much. Microsoft Word and my book of 101 Opera Librettos:
It was either this quote or “How do you like them apples?”
Thanks to Jenny for loaning me her bottles of eyeballs and brains and helping me crystalize my ideas into their most iconic expression.
People went wild for this trunk. A lot of people took pictures of their kids in front of it with me as the Evil Queen handing out candied apple lollipops, and telling their princess daughters, “I once knew a girl almost as pretty as you. Do you like apples, too?”
I love that the trunk (with me) has characters and a narrative. Someone called it “Disneyland quality” which for me is the highest praise. Fluffers was so freaked out by the Snow White that she couldn’t sleep last night knowing it was lying in the living room. It was just so disturbing.
And it really is creepy. Sure there are lots of skelatons at Halloween. The creepiness isn’t from fake blood or anything so obvious. It’s from the juxtaposition of the decay with Snow White’s glossy ringlets and what is clearly a child’s princess dress.
And that, folks, is what we call the turn of the screw.