|me, my sister Charlene, and my cousin Jennilyn (Halloween 1969)|
But, whatever happened to that pink clown? I called my mom in Virginia. The costume was long gone, but she did still have the pattern, and soon it was in the mail. Never the seamstress my mom was, I sewed up a new version with much trepidation. I barely finished it in time, and I distinctly remember my good husband staying up late with me the night before making the big red pom poms while I frantically stitched away. It wasn't perfect. Poor Rachel had marks on her wrists and ankles where the elastic was too tight, but we all were quite pleased nonetheless.
|Rachel and friend Sara in Albany, California (Halloween 1990)|
I couldn't believe when 11 years later I made ANOTHER clown costume (a few sizes larger.) Kellie wanted something unique, and that is what she got. Sadly, by this time clowns were no longer seen as merely fun humorous circus stars. They had taken on a more sinister role, and I didn't like it one bit. I suppose we all just wanted to hold onto the comedic delights of clowns past.
|Kellie, age 11, 6th grade (2001)|
Abby didn't mind that the sleeves were now 3/4 length and that the pants were knickers. She eagerly added colorful socks, yet opted to omit the pointy hat.
|Abby, age 7, 2nd grade (2006)|
|Travis, age 10, 5th grade (2006)|
Finally, two years later, Abby had her turn with our second clown costume. And with that, a Halloween chapter had closed for our family.
|Abby, age 9, 4th grade (2008)|