If there's one thing Cold Spring does up, it's Halloween. So even if you're not a big dress-up fan (ahem, like my husband) it's hard not to get dragged into the commotion. It's a whole-weekend affair, with a parade down Main Street and a concert down by the River. Then Parrott Street—its houses covered with cobwebs, witches and Hitchockian birds—shuts down for trick or treating.
My kids are the cuties in the crayon costumes, which earlier this month, in a moment of grand delusion, I decided to make. I soon realized that I while I may excel at some things, costume-making is not one of them. So a big, public shout out to my craftastic friend Andrea (see proof here) who despite her own crazy life-load, took on the project last minute and saved the day.
