
Last October my neighbor Priya spent forty dollars on a matching lion costume set for herself, her husband, and their golden retriever, Biscuit — and Biscuit refused to wear the mane for longer than four minutes before dragging it across the yard like a dead animal. She learned the hard way that “matching” doesn’t mean…

I ordered a “plus size” costume online two Halloweens ago that was, in the actual box, just the standard size with an extra four inches of fabric stapled into the side seams. It didn’t fit anywhere it needed to — not the bust, not the hips, not the length — and I wore a completely…

My sister-in-law spent three weeks last October trying to get her two boys — six and nine — to agree on a matching costume theme, and it ended with the older one refusing to be “the sidekick” to anything and the younger one bursting into tears over a Batman cape. They ended up going as…

My nephew Eli picked out a full knight costume two years ago — the metallic armor, the cape, the plastic sword and shield — and by 7:30pm, twenty minutes into actual trick-or-treating, the chest plate was in his mom’s tote bag and he was walking around in a t-shirt and a cape. It wasn’t that…

Here’s the thing nobody tells you about group Halloween costumes: the bigger the group text, the higher the odds someone bails at 9pm. I learned this the hard way three years ago when our “12 Days of Christmas” group costume — yes, in October, don’t ask — lost four people between the planning group chat…

I didn’t think about my hair color when I picked Halloween costumes for years. I just grabbed whatever was cute on Pinterest, threw it on, and wondered why I looked like I was cosplaying someone else’s face. It wasn’t until a friend pointed out — mid-costume-shopping-trip, holding up a dark wig I was about to…

I used to buy a wig for basically every Halloween costume, until I actually sat down and did the math one October — I’d spent something like $140 over three years on synthetic wigs that itched by hour two and ended up shoved in a drawer afterward. The year I finally leaned into my own…

My son wore a full plastic knight costume two Halloweens ago and by house number twelve he’d ripped the Velcro cape off, shoved the plastic chest plate into my hands, and was trick-or-treating in a t-shirt and a sword. I carried that chest plate for the rest of the night. That was the year I…

Last Halloween I spent forty minutes hot-gluing felt leaves onto a headband at 11pm the night before trunk-or-treat, because I’d put off picking a costume until my kids’ costumes were done and there was nothing left in my brain. I looked fine. I also spent the entire night adjusting a headband that kept sliding into…