So I’ve decided to dress up and go out for Halloween for the first time in forever, and I’m so excited.
So far I’ve purchased two Halloween costumes. My first plan was to be Zombie Tinkerbell, and I found this really cool little fairy dress on Ebay. In the picture, the dress seemed to go down to the model’s mid-thigh, and since she was quite a bit leggier than I am I figured it should fit me just fine. Well, I put this thing on, and let’s just say it left some very important bits exposed. I could probably get away with it, since Halloween is often used by certain people as an excuse to wear as little as possible, but I just can’t do it. Then I figured, well, I can put some leggings on...then the whole dress started falling apart bit by bit - I was completely ripped off, but I guess that’s the chance you take when shopping online.
So now I’ve ordered attempt #2 - a ghost costume. That probably sounds a little boring, but I’ll jazz it up. I’m also trying to get my co-workers to dress up at work, even though that’ll be a Friday and Halloween is on Sunday - we may stick out like sore thumbs, but that’s alright.
Many of my sharpest childhood memories are Halloween-related.
I have to admit, I went through a bit of a bratty faze as a child, and one time my friend and I decided to egg a house. What we did not expect was the angry home-owner who chased us down the street - for such a large man, he could really move! Luckily we were a couple of skinny little girls and he was middle-aged, so we were able to out-run him but man, that was a terrifying experience. By the way, I’m only confessing this because I’m two provinces away from my parents, who would have just killed me if they’d found out...
Another Halloween memory that stands out is a poem I wrote when I was just a little girl. It made it into the local paper, which was HUGE for me. I still remember it:
“Monsters crawl around at night; they give people chills and fright; they will scare you all night long; walking around, singing their song; this is what the monsters eat; eyes and toes and bones and meat; monsters will take off your head; you can’t kill them ‘cause they’re dead; on the night of Halloween; you just better not be seen; ‘cause if a monster sees you then; he will take you to his den; what will he do at the place?; he’ll cut your hair and rip off your face; so everybody just beware; ‘cause monsters really are out there.”
Pretty cheery, eh?
My mom tacked this poem up at work, and her co-workers wondered if I was a disturbed child-a lot of my stories and poems seemed to be a little dark and ominous. I really was a very happy little kid, complete with rosy cheeks and ringlets - I just loved scary things, which I still do to this very day, though I’m not sure why- it’s probably best not to delve into it too deeply...
Anyway, my point is I love Halloween - now all I have to do is figure out what the heck I’m doing that weekend because I don’t have any idea. All I know is I’m dressing up and I’m going out.
