Halloweens Past

Preschool Halloween Party.

Just so happened, my adorable crush dressed up like a cowboy and I got to sit soooo close to him for a picture perfect moment. I still remember this day... started those crushes early folks.

You see, Halloweens in Vegas would mean 85 degree weather. Thus my sister's scantly costumes.

Or maybe she was just a little bit of a scantness like that. {Hardly!}

Can you guess what my costume was all sparkly and pink? Right, I didn't know either, but my Grandma made it for me. She told me I was a Page Boy. I didn't understand why I wanted to be a "boy", but it was sparkly and pink, so I wore it with pride.

This is my grandma who made me the costume. She could make anything gorgeous just by using a broken earring and dental floss. And she had all sorts of that kind of thing
{costume jewelry} tucked away in (what I thought were...) treasure boxes.

Grandma Bunny and Grandpa Cherry met in Canada. That was where Grandma was living. Her parents had a little bit of money and she was the youngest. Let's just say: I think she enjoyed her upbringing years.

This is the house where she raised her children in Alton, Utah. A little bit different than the houses she was used to, but I don't know of her complaining. One of those kiddos she raised was, of course, my dad.

This is the Grandma Bunny I remember. When I was around 10-12, she lived with us for a while. I used to call this dress her 'angel dress' because when she held her arms out straight to the sides, the sleeves draped down like beautiful angel wings. Actually, I believe, she was an angel in real life.