Just thought I’d do a visual documentation here of my favorite of Reeve’s Halloween costumes. He was 3 and hugely in love with airplanes. The only thing he wanted to be for Halloween that year—nothing else could possibly work—was the Concorde. The airplane. As in British Airways. As in super-fast and super-sleek.
So, since I don’t really sew and didn’t want the mess of papier maché, Reeve was transformed into a poster paper-clad version of that supersonic flying machine. Photo at right.
That Halloween night, he flew beautifully from house to house, trick or treating with the kids from the apartment downstairs. . . until it began to rain—thereby ending any possibility of transcontinental flight.
Wishing you and yours a happy, safe, and dry Halloween!
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