Okay, maybe the finger puppet thing has gotten out of hand, so to speak. Perhaps I’ve come unraveled, as it were. Confusing fantasy and reality.
For those new to this blog, my finger puppet family was born a couple of years ago when my own kids gave me grief about posing for a family photo. You can read the original post here. Since then, my finger puppets have traveled the globe, documenting their adventures on Instagram under the hashtag #knittedtogetherforever.
If I'm posing with my finger puppet at a tennis tournament, or atop a mountain in Yosemite, I don't think it's much of a leap to make Halloween costumes for my finger puppet kids.
The cessation of Halloween hoopla is one of the aspects of an empty nest that I find difficult. I loved sewing costumes for the kids when they were little. When they got bigger, we put on elaborate spook houses in our garage or my sister's garage. But that's all over now. My friends with young kids sometimes ask me for help with costuming but that is the extent of my Halloween wardrobing. The Halloween boxes in the basement gather dust alongside all the other crap from raising children. It really can be depressing.
But the finger puppet therapy works. Making costumes and posing my finger puppets was almost as fun as making kids cry in our spook house. It'll hold me until I get hired at the local Knights of Columbus to take charge of their spookhouse.
What is it about making Halloween costumes that fills me up with such a deep swell of satisfaction? I don't really know. It harks back to childhood, no doubt. I could write a novel about the silly plays we staged in the basement, every chance we got. In the words of Mickey Rooney, "Hey gang! Let's put on a show!"
Thank you for humoring me and my finger puppets. You can see more of their antics on Instagram, by typing in the hashtag #knittedtogetherforever in the search bar.
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