After the stressful day of sewing last year, I decided not to make trick or treat bags this year. We’ve been so busy and I’ve had no time to even think about it. None of the boys mentioned them and I knew they’d be happy with their bags from last year or a plastic pumpkin.
But as I finished up cleaning room after room earlier on Halloween morning than I thought, I considered that I may have enough time to whip some up quickly. I’m not unrealistic, I know that sewing is never a quick and easy thing for me but I kept my eye on the clock debating with every ticking minute if I could pull it off. I decided that if I could make the “logos” for each bag easily and with time to spare that I would do it. If I could cut and glue and sew that damn Seahawk head out of felt scraps (that, by the way, are not correct Seahawk colors) that I would give it a go. They were not easy and they took longer than I thought. I didn’t have enough time to sew bags, but by the time I put the effort into each “logo” there was no turning back. My logic was flawed from the start… I knew if I started I would finish no matter how much stress it caused.
And wouldn’t you know it, stress it DID cause. After deciding that I was going forward with the craziness, I began the search for the correct colors of material. None were right on but I was dealing with whatever old sheets and random scraps of material I could find. And although I was working as fast as I could, I was still sewing handles onto Nolan’s bag as trick or treaters began to knock at the door. I was frustrated with every little thing and every plea took on an exasperated tone, “Nolan why are your shoes off, again?!” (mind you, on most days I would nag to take them off as soon as he enters the door) “Ken, please get them some dinner, all they have eaten is candy” (I had no time to make chili for the family this year), “Ricky, get your costume back on and why are your shoes off, we’re going to be late.” (As if someone was keeping track of what time we started our Trick or Treating.)
Eventually I made the last stitch on a crappy bag and called it good. I rushed to clean up the thread and materials that were now strewn all over my clean house. We made it out the door “on time” for an awesome, warm Halloween night.
My Seahawk lover.
The annual pre trick or treating photo.
Once again our neighborhood out did themselves. From haunted houses, to homemade cinnamon rolls, rootbeer and hot chocolate, to firepits in the driveways, it felt like a party in the streets and it was incredible.
And the annual picture with mom, this one taken at my work prior to Nolan’s bag being finished.
Hope everyone had an amazing Halloween.