Every year Halloween rolls around and I try to muster up enough enthusiasm to get into the spirit just because The Fella loves it so. I like the cheesy, old horror movies like "Whoever Slew Auntie Roo" that play on tv this time of year, and all the sitcoms with special Halloween episodes. I like the house decorations, especially the elegantly spooky ones. I even like the idea of having the opportunity to dress up as whoever (or whatever) you want to be. But overall, I despise all the effort and/or money required of costumes. Either you are willing to spend the money to buy a cool getup (which, by the way, adult costumes are not cheap, hence the reason why I've squeezed into kids' costumes a few times), or you are clever enough to craft a costume thus saving the expense. I am neither of those.
My "costumes" usually consist of some version of attached ears and tail (i.e. rabbit, cat, bumblebee), or a crowning headband combination like a halo/wings or devil horns/pitch fork. Easy-peasy, that's the way I like it. Done. Thinking about it, this lack of excitement probably stems from the time I was young, when my mom used to conveniently dress my sisters and I in our old dance costumes for trick-or-treating. Easy-peasy, get it?
But this year, The Fella went costume-shopping at Wal-Mart while I was getting henna'd up. Since I'd pretty much already run the gamut of animals and insects, I gave strict instructions for him to pick me up a colorful wig for a change. My choices were either a Lady Gaga wig that would have required me to put soda cans in my hair or a fiery red one with horns. (I went with the latter.) Still simple, because I figured I can wear basic black and be done with it. Easy-peasy.
Here's a sneak peek... (More pix to come. Despite being a self-professed anti-Halloween person, I somehow ended up with a jam-packed weekend of ghoulish festivities!)
Sunday, October 31, 2010
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