Conclusion of the day: one is never too old to celebrate Halloween. My Mother (84 yrs old) informed that she needs a mask for Halloween and baggy clothes, she wants to be a tramp; her antithesis. As a true Southern Belle that never leaves without being dressed to the hilt I often wonder if I am truly hers. Always dressed to the nines, I cannot tell you how many people stop her to comment on her stylish ways. She is 5’3” and I am 5’11”, she is quite thin, I am not, she is always picture perfect and VERY neat and organized, I am not. Her drawers are perfection, neatly folded and color coordinated; I am lucky if I can find matching socks. She can paint, I cannot. However, I can honestly say that my Mother is one of the few people on this planet that understands me and can make me laugh until I am exhausted. For some reason we have the same sense of humor. But mind you, she can make me madder than a madcat as my Grandmother would have said. She worked with me until she had a bout of breast cancer and other illnesses. So the long and short of this is that I am blessed to still have her with me. Oh…. and the photo is a spoiler alert for my costume :). It is a long heavy skirt that I bought in Nepal, the lovely lady who made it said that it was made for a Princess who didn’t like it. It has danced many a dance since then and I did feel like a Princess:).