You know the routine by now.
The scurry of hooved feet getting closer to the house. A brisk, deliberate knock, knock is heard at my studio. A piece of paper is slid under the door.
And here it is, the costume choices for some of the barnyard. The Head Troll gathers the costume desires every October for Halloween. In some ways, it is flattering that they all think I am capable of making such things. I had the same optimism in my mother, who loyally made me a witch outfit year after year, and a red devil suit for my brother. No store bought outfits for us...at least for a few years anyway.
I will do my best and report back. I'm thankful the flock is sitting out this go around. Last year they requested outfits so they'd all look like mimes.
