After spending an hour in a Spirit store, I have to say that Halloween has become an expensive holiday. My daughter wanted a four-dollar ink pen with a hooting owl, my husband wanted every giant werewolf and zombie they had, and I wanted pretty much everything else.
But the makeup we wanted for our costumes—little wood sprite wants to be a werewolf, while we’re going to be Mrs. Lovett and Sweeney Todd—was way too expensive, and the costumes were, of course, even more so. Lucky for me, I grew up on a DIY household, as did many Americans. We just have trouble remembering it.
