A harried Halloween. It was a good weekend, even though we didn't get to carve pumpkins until, oh, late afternoon Halloween.
When I was little I would spend Halloween at my Aunt Cayenne's house. My cousins would cover themselves and me with face paint, grab me by the hand, and take me out into the streets at night with all their friends while we begged for candy. There's a certain statement that goes along with store-bought costumes, but honestly, the do-it-yourselves are the best. My goal next year is to better prioritize and make that happen.
And the house is quiet while the kids hit the streets. Photo set.