My absolute favorite time of year is upon us. No not fall. Beautiful, yes but I am much more of a beach bum, so summer is my favorite season. But.. wait for it.
Everyone with a skull fetish (slash obsession) loves this time of year. The creepier, the better. Bring on the black. Boo! to me and Boo! to you. Gosh I love it!
I don't even have a house to decorate and I am buying decorations. Last year I was able to have a small get together. I went ALL out. Decorations galore. Tombstones, cob webs, fog machines, nooses (that can't be right?!), black streamers, pumpkin pie (sore subject, thanks Micky.), Gob cake in the shape of a life sized pumpkin. (For real. Sean's mom is amazing.) I aspire to have her baking prowess one day. I've already perfected the 5 minute key lime pie recipe she lent me!
Anyway. being a basement dweller provides an interesting predicament when it comes to halloween this year.
What's not out of the question at 23?...Dressing up!
Wanna know what I am going to be?
Well I am one of the most indecisive people on this planet. (except of course when making decisions for other people!) So this may change but I think it's a good one.
I believe you may have seen a little commercial where a lovely lady poses the question:
and then proclaims
"Clean it up!"
and ends it all with a lovely smile and says "For a good clean feeling, no matter what."
Watch her in action...
Yup, the Orbit Lady. Love her and love to do accents (ask Morgan, it drives her UP a wall!)
Perfect! And I promise... I will never dress up as a sexy devil, or angel or cop or anything that you can find all packaged up or that 12 million other girls have done. (wag of the finger, "eh eh")
But my all time favorite part of this festive fun?
The magazines dedicated to fun and fabulous decorations and home made treats. I fully intend to celebrate every single year for the rest of my life. Halloween will be a love passed on to my children.
Okay, sorry I had a moment there. Maybe not to that extent, but I definitely want to have a few more costume parties in my life that get more and more spectacular each time. So the more that Southern Living , Martha Stewart and every other mag out there that dedicates at least one edition to Halloween is alright by me. And I am sure I will own 8,000 by the time I do have kids.
Blame my mom for all of this though. It all started...
when she used to make my costumes.. I was a genie one year and she made it so I looked like I was flying on a magic carpet. No lie. I had leggings that were stuffed with newspaper and wrapped in a little pretzel (picture indian style) and sitting on a kitchen rug she somehow (she's a magician I swear)managed to have it stay up..cardboard maybe?
Then cut a hole and I put my body through it, so I could walk but it looked as though my legs were folded and smoothly flying about on my carpet.
How could you not instantly fall in love with a Holiday that elaborate that ends with a pillow case FULL of candy? (I may or may not have a super huge sweet tooth.)
So for now I am shopping at Zazu for my spider web candy baskets and glittery "Boo" signs and my skulls galore. Yay!
oh and if you are in the area... this haunted house was freaking amazing last year. I plan on doing a Haunted Tour this year so I can get in every haunted house within 30 miles!