When I was a child, my aunt made all of our costumes. Becuase she had been involved in college theatre, she was adept at applying makeup as well as designing our ghost and goblin wardrobes. Aunt Minny was a real artist, and I can still smell the clown white and stage makeup as she applied it while I sat patiently on the toilet seat in the bathroom. (Close to the sink for emergency clean-ups, you know.) My sister and I loved her, and I think much of my love of all things artistic stems from her participation in our childhood.
I have never bought a Halloween costume for any of my children. All of them were hand sewn or otherwise crafted from whatever was at hand. It wasn’t just to save a penny, either. And our kids grew up just as proud as my sister and I were. In fact, the two of them felt sorry for the kids forced to wear Madonna and Spider man costumes from the mall!