I always loved indulging my girls in whatever they wanted to be for Hallowe'en. When I was a kid, my mother wouldn't let us be princesses. "Hallowe'en is not for princesses. Be a witch". I always wanted to be a princess (I think it was the dress)
So I let the girls choose whatever they wanted, as long as we could make it. Elanor was a shark one year but we couldn't convince Emily to be a bloody water skier. She was a princess and won a prize in a contest. Kate was a Dark Angel, a Pink Power Ranger and everyone was a butterfly at one point.
For instance, we were walking at the farmer's market on Saturday and there was a shop selling moccasins. I've always wanted a pair because they look so comfortable. But there was this niggling feeling in my head telling me it wasn't right. And I felt sad. I wouldn't be wearing the shoes to appropriate the culture of someone else, just to be comfortable. But I left them there. I couldn't bring myself to buy something that might offend someone else, however unintentionally.
I'm leaving work early and going to the fabric store to find some Mead Felt (a fabric store owner told me that's what felt that is made with a good percentage of real wool is called). I want to make ipad cases for Pk and I. We got new ipad pros and I want something to protect it. (for the record, the thing is huge and I am still getting used to it but overall, I love it). I don't want craft felt which will be too thin and is not often washable. I could order it online but some things I like to touch with my hands first.
However you celebrate, have a Happy Hallowe'en. And if you observe it, Joyous Samhain.