Happy Halloween to you and yours! We have a 100% chance of rain today, so our trick-or-treating plans for later might need to be re-conceived as an in-house hunt. We’ll see. I would really like to walk this little Bee around the neighborhood, and most especially to make a stop at our neighbor’s house, the beekeeper, to show off our little mascot. I think all that door-knocking will just enthrall the little guy, and I wouldn’t mind some candy myself.
We were graciously invited to a Halloween party over the weekend — a party of mostly 2-year-olds, as you can see. I was amazed Orlis wore his costume for the entire 2 hours, and even more amazed he obliged my request to don the headpiece for this little photo shoot. This photo shoot, which, mind you, I didn’t realize until days later was an actual photo shoot (meaning, there was a real, live pro in our mix, shooting away). There I was, assertively shuffling my way among the crowd of parents snapping photos, ducking low and climbing high, desperate to get a good shot…only to get the above magazine-ready photo in my inbox the next day. Oh, you Portlanders — talented and oh so very understated.
Halloween, especially this year, has me feeling nostalgic for my own childhood — the thrill of digging through dress-up boxes and my mom’s costume jewelry and piecing together a costume, dressing in it all day, and soliciting remarks from everyone we would see. What a wonder it is to be in disguise — masking the realness of who we are for a short while, but more specifically thinking we are masking it, only to find out later as an adult how very much these disguises actually enhance our unique beings. How many times have you seen someone in costume and thought, “oh, that is so them“?? I think, in some way, we find ourselves in these disguises — we figure out, just a little bit, how much there is to who we are, or who we can be.
I mean, take a look at the faces of those little kids — they all look like they’ve got a sweet and juicy secret — something’s happening underneath the veil…including in the mind of my innocent-looking little busy, buzzy Orlis Bee. He’s cookin’ up something good…I can tell.