I love Halloween. It’s pretty much my favorite holiday, and I think it has mostly to do with the combination of the colors black and orange. I especially love all the spooky imagery that comes along with it… ghosts, vampires, skeletons, black cats. I much more prefer those things to Santa, snowmen, and evergreen trees. It’s also the only time of year I can go to the store and buy goblets in the shape of skulls.
Over the years, I have had many Halloween costumes. I’ve been a ghost, She-Ra, Pocahontas, a hippie, Sylvia Plath (yes, it’s true), a Spanish flamenco dancer, and several variations on a goth chick. Today, I am simply wearing a purple bob-length wig which I am very much enjoying, and which Kitten says makes me look like DeeDee Doodle from Nickelodeon’s The Doodlebops. I do not agree with her, but oh well.
Tonight, I will be ushering around a witch (C-Rex) and a black cat who has insisted that her costume include a skirt (Kitten). This will be the girls’ first year of “real” trick-or-treating, now that we live in a bona fide neighborhood. Hopefully, though, we don’t come across any neighbors like this guy, who thinks that kids are really going to a) care about and b) appreciate little bits of Christian paraphernalia along with their candy. Dude. Let it go. It’s one night a year. Lay off the Pagan-rooted holiday if you have such an issue with it. Your tract is just going to get tossed into the garbage along with those nasty orange- and black-wrapped chewy things.
Anyway, have a safe and happy Halloween, and watch out for those razor blades…