Whew, this week has been a stressful ride for folks in the US and those of us adjacent to it, hasn’t it? I think it’s safe to say that my current mood is cautiously optimistic but I will need a long time to come down from the anxiety rollercoaster. Let’s throw it back to a simpler time for a moment: Halloween 2020.
I’ve never been super into seasonal decorating. Or dressing up for Halloween — not since my early 20s anyway. But as with so many other things, 2020 ended up different. This year, I felt an inexplicable impulse to fill my front porch with pumpkins:
Look how jolly they look! Is “jolly” not what we go for when it comes to Halloween? Oh well.
I also sprinkled some “Mini Boos” (seriously, that’s what they’re called, I die) inside my house:
I knew that stockpiling thrifted candlesticks would pay off some day — I was able to assemble a “Halloweeny” candle display in 3 seconds flat. Now, admittedly, that was the extent of my seasonal decorating efforts which, for some, might seem like barely an effort at all. But it was a pretty big step for yours truly. My husband also got into the spirit, and built this candy chute for socially distanced trick-or-treating.
To claim credit where it is due (if I say so myself), he built it and I decorated it. We both stole our ideas from others in the neighbourhood.
And I also got dressed up for Halloween. In fairness, it only happened because I stumbled on the perfect dress a few weeks ago. It’s a dress that puzzled me a lot. The material feels pretty cheap, but the construction and finishing details are fantastic. There are no labels anywhere on the dress. I can only assume that it was either a sample of some kind, or a theatre costume. Either way, it was pretty perfect:
I live the witchy vibezzz all year round, so it seemed only fitting to let my witch flag fly this Halloween:
Hope you had a safe and spooky Halloween, and survived the rollercoaster that was Election Week. Onwards and upwards!