It’s a big holiday weekend here in Hoboken, and what would a holiday be without knitting? We even have a city wide parade dedicated to the day, it’s that important.

When Emily was little (I guess she stopped being little last year) I’d start Halloween costume planning in August.  We’d go to the fabric store and peruse the Simplicity catalogs for hours and hours until we decided on just the right witch, or princess, or cat. My favorite year was one where she was a waitress, and instead of buying a waitress uniform at a supply store, I made one from scratch – a miracle of darts, zippers and yellow polyester.

I never ever thought to knit a costume, though, or knit any aspect of it.  If I did, I might have chosen something like this nice furry cat.  Had I known about them, and had the nerve, I for sure would have knitted one of those frightening balaclavas you see on Ravelry from time to time. I never would have knitted these (Note: not for the squeamish and you know who you are).

In fact, I had never seen a knitted costume in the last 20 years I’ve been going to this parade. Not a one.  But this year I set out this year with my camera, and a modest prize (M&M’s) to find the best and possibly first knitted costume at the Ragamuffin Parade.

No sooner did I get a good viewing space near 10th Street did I see this Knitty Little Red Riding Hood!


Okay it’s crocheted, not knitted, but still, hand needlework, right? I’m trying to keep an open mind about crochet these days, I really want to try to be less judgmental about people’s lifestyle choices.  It was a grandma knitted gift, and grandma wasn’t there so I gave the costumed child the candy.

In the spirit of a weekend honoring spirits, I am going to cast on these cool socks. Have a diabolical day!