Halloween is upon us and since I've been a little busy with other things, I didn't really plan ahead for a costume. Saturday morning found me staring into my closet wondering how I could cobble together an outfit in time to get to work. Out came my hardcore boots, the fishnet thigh highs and my black eyeliner.
One of the things I love best about costume holidays is the freedom it gives you to inhabit a different part of yourself. The minute I donned my dress (with red skulls on the straps) and smoothed on my darkest shade of red lipstick I felt different. My walk changed. My attitude changed. Later in the day a friend gave me a CD he'd burned of industrial dance music (thanks, Ghost!). I left work - hoping I hadn't scared away too many customers - and headed out to Britta's annual Halloween party and blared the music from the new CD at top volume. Stopping off for gas, people looked askance and quickly got back in their cars. I got a strange kind of satisfaction out of that.
Kevin met me there with the girls. They pulled costumes out of the dress up drawer, saving their jockey outfits for today. Kevin allowed me to make him up as my Goth counterpart and we posed for the Halloween portrait. Don't we make a lovely couple?
The Slytherin House Sweater is almost finished. With any luck the second sleeve will be done today and finishing will commence. I hope to have it hanging in the store window by Wednesday.
As for today, well, it's been, as my friend Lolly would say, pretty sucktastic. Kaelyn announced this morning that parts of her costume were still at her dad's, part of it at Grandma's and then we discovered that yet another vital part was at the riding stable. I ran circles to get all the pieces together on my one day off this week and then got a call that Karin had a tummyache and needed to come home from school. Then, as I was on my way to a lunch date with a friend, not a block from the restaurant, I got a call that he couldn't make it. Kinda makes me want to pull out the boots again and scowl at the world.