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Yes,
Halloween scares me. And it’s not the ghosts or the witches or the
haunted houses, or any of the other creepy lore concerning the mythical
dark forces that come out to play each October 31st. Nope, embarrassed as I am to reveal this fact, I’m just a
weenie, suffering from that common affliction of costume phobia. Call me
a Hallo-weenie, if you will. The
thing is, I love being
dressed-up. I love it so much, in fact, that not just any ordinary
costume will do. No hippie
chicks, sluts, angels, witches or devils for me, because, while these
costumes may be easy-to-assemble and have indisputable sexy-cute
potential, I’m too much of a creative snob to fall back on
any of those standards. I don’t need a costume. I need a great
costume. Say that over and over in your head for long enough, and what
do you get? A ten-foot-thick mental wall of costume- brainstorming
block. Getting
dressed up for Halloween was so easy as a kid.
Girly child that I was, my
costume of choice was inevitably of the frou-frou fantasy-type, a steady
succession of variations on the princess theme. Halloween gave me an
excuse to parade around in public wearing all those pretty dresses that
were too fancy for day-to-day use.
Of course, by the time I hit adolescence, I had pretty much
exhausted the range of princess permutations, which actually worked out
just fine, since every thirteen-year-old thinks they’re too cool for
dress-up, anyway. I missed
the trick-or-treating – stealing Milky Ways from my baby brother’s
pillowcase full of loot just wasn’t nearly as satisfying – but
stressing over costumes? Good riddance to that headache. Thanks
to my friend Eileen’s now-legendary annual Halloween party however
(people fly in from out of state to attend this bash – no
exaggeration), it’s back to those days of anxiously racking my brain
for a good costume come pumpkin season. Just a couple of weeks till the
party now, and I’m still devoid of an idea. Time to stop the
self-censoring, I say, and spill those ideas onto paper. No matter how
silly. And I’m going to give you, lucky readers, a sneak peek into the
inner workings of my mind, because you get to read it all. The
brainstorming begins. that's right, there's more this way! ---------------------------> lounge . nourish . host . laze . home .
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