How far we've come in 20 years of dressing up...
Just how did dressing in plastic bin bags turn into the biggest 'holiday' of the year? asks Ciara O'Connor
Twenty short years ago, my mother, like her mother before her, cut three holes in a black bin liner bag for each of her children, jammed a witch's hat on each head and took us begging door to door.
Perhaps she was ahead of her time, putting her sons in witches' garb (a quietly revolutionary gender-neutral choice), but really it's because she couldn't be bothered, and neither could we. The 1990s were innocent times, when Halloween costumes were decided on the afternoon of October 31.
Today, children will have been planning their costumes for weeks. I can forgive them; they are, after all, children. But the only age group that will have been obsessing and agonising over its outfits more than seven-year-olds is 27-year-olds. Halloween is surely the ultimate millennial holiday in all its nostalgic, self-conscious, humble-bragging, social media-sharing potential. It's the insta-generation's wet dream.