Witch, Age 3

When I was three I got to choose, for the first time, what my costume for Halloween would be. Apparently I was very enthusiastic about being a witch. Very enthusiastic.

My smile – which has plagued many-a-photo despite requests to ‘Kristin, be nice! – hasn’t changed much since, I just have better teeth now.

Pink Bunny, Age 2

October can’t help but be an awesome month. It’s the month of my wedding anniversary, my mom’s birthday, and some of the best holidays of the year, including Day of the Dead, Halloween, and Thanksgiving. There’s pumpkin pie, apple pie, turkey pie, apple cider, pumpkin carving, candy candy candy, and best of all, costumes.

In the spirit of this glorious month, I’ll be doing some quick cartoony self-portraits (scribbled in pencil, coloured quickly on the wacom) of my Halloween self through the years. Hopefully I can remember everything I was (not to mention what I/the costumes looked like)!

So here I am, age 2, as a pink bunny. I don’t remember this at all. I like to think that my parents dressed me as such because of their love for A Christmas Story.