The Gypsy's Curse

Edna: Margie, I found this webpage in your bookmarks, I didn't know you were shopping for Halloween costumes this year. Might I suggest you find something a bit more demure? That's a little tawdry-looking, dear.

Margie: Edna, may I suggest you shut your trap? I don't know what's gotten into people these days. Mama made our costumes and they were wonderful. We could be ballerinas or a princess or anything pretty but people nowadays like monsters or worse. It's just shameful.

Edna: Well, and it's almost as if you're saying you don't have any creativity when you buy a ready-made costume. Don't people have any imagination that they can't put something together themselves? I can remember when we'd have such fun finding things to be parts of our costumes. Remember that year I went as a gypsy? Mama made the flounced skirt and I found those dangly earrings at the five and dime. Part of the fun of Halloween was planning and making your costume. People are cheating themselves by just buying one, I think.

Margie: Edna, I think you just hit on the real problem. People aren't creative these days. Remember when Mama made me a drum out an oatmeal box? That was creative.

I remember your gypsy outfit. You kept giving me the evil eye and said you'd cast a spell on me. Floozy.

Edna: It worked, too. Remember how all those mirrors cracked when you looked in them? Gypsy magic.

Have you taken a look at how expensive these costumes are to buy? My lands, you could feed a family of four for a week for what you're paying for those little scraps of fabric that will probably just fall apart after one wearing.

Margie: Scraps of fabric are fine but not in a Halloween costume. Some of those cheap things are just a waste and people who pay those ridiculous prices are crazy too.

Edna, you paid Cousin T to crack those mirrors.

Edna: You are losing your senses, woman. Cousin T wasn't even alive when I wore that costume. Perhaps you'd best lie down, I think you're getting all worked up talking about these costumes and your brain is getting scrambled. You go rest while I look for my dangly earrings and crystal ball--er, I mean, a cold compress for your head.