Wife, writer, tinkerer, grower of food. I'm happiest outside our rambling farmhouse with a basket looped on my arm, picking dinner from the garden. That's joy right there. Please follow along; I'm so glad you're here!
As you might guess, we had a costume party to attend this weekend. Every year there's a theme, and this year it was Witches, which was, really, perfect. Easy for those who just want to wear a pointy hat, but broad enough to inspire creativity.
I had so much fun putting our costumes together. I can't even tell you. This is the first time, in 30 Halloweens, that I have dressed up as something scary-- true story-- and I really did not expect to enjoy it as thoroughly as I did. I did some joy riding around Ithaca last weekend, hitting thrift stores and weird little shops in general, absolutely scoring: a slinky black dress for $6, witchy little boots for $5, fabulous Gothic earrings (which you can't see, unfortunately) for $8, and black lace gloves-- the only thing I bought new, and the most expensive, at $14. (And they had a giant gaping hole in one of the seams. No one makes quality items anymore, do they?)
But the best part was putting on our faces. I don't spend a lot of time on makeup, generally, and I don't know much about it, either, so it was nice to go BIG here, and know that any slipups would be forgiven in the kitschy spirit of Halloween fun.