I was 9 years old and my cousins and I were supposed to go trick or treating at the Local Mall to collect really nasty hard candy and 10% off coupons for our Moms. Yes, it was awesome. I didn't have a costume. The previous years, I was a Desi Princess. My Mother was so original! I wore my Eid outfit. That year, I was lost. My dad took us to the local grocery store to buy candy and lo and behold in the produce section was my costume. I kid you not, a "Couch Potato". It was utterly mortifying. It had a place for my arms and head to stick out. I was a Russet Potato. Not some fancy schmancy Yukon Gold or Red country potato. Nope, I was the economy size potato.
I was not a skinny kid either. Basically I was a bad carb. Did the Mall treaters get a treat out of it? OH YES. Me, not so much. My consolation was a bag full of candy that at time had to go through security screening before we could eat it. Do you all remember that? Taking our candy bags to get an x-ray, and only receiving half the bag. Not because they were spiked with acid or needles, but because Mom and Dad thought they could ration the free goods over the course of the year. Oh memories.
Anyways, I vowed for that to never happen. The next year I ended up wearing my track pants and joggers and became Jane Fonda. There is so much subtext there.
Don't have kids to embarrass yet. But here is a picture of cat Goldie sporting her costume. My cat Billo is all black, so he just goes au natural. HA!
Happy Halloween!
Be safe.
Farida
