"A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2013."
she rallied after a stupendous stack on concrete. The bandages, dressings and stilted gait added an authentic touch to her costume. And the blood on her knees and elbows was real.
and just the cutest happiest little one I ever did see.
Halloween has never really been that big here in Oz (or is it just me?). Just in the last few years it seems to have crept into my field of vision. Last year we tripped around some back streets with a group of friends. Houses decorated with pumpkins and balloons tied to gates signalled a welcome to the kids. We met neighbours, ran into school friends, laughed and enjoyed a nice walk at dusk. It was so much fun we did it again this year.