Prices and leaves are falling, and will doubless continue to do so for the next few weeks, but we have a trip planned! Before I even start packing for the trip, I want to be sure that my Hallowe'en costume is organized , so that when we return I can get right down to haunting. Forethought is my watchword (some of the time, anyway). With that in mind, a little preliminary haunting - of stores - is in order. I'm saving my broomstick to be able to zoom around efficiently for the sales that I expect to occur around Thanksgiving, so I have to do something different this Hallowe'en. My perfectly coordinated Hallowe'en costume will represent, with a little make-up,
BIG BIRD'S BLIND DATE!
Surely at least once you've been told you're perfect for someone whom you have absolutely no interest in meeting. We all have. And yet, the would-be-fixer-upper persists. They all do. Some people have no sense of humor. Descriptions of fix-ups are like descriptions of real estate: they have their own language. "Tall" can mean anything from "about" five feet to "paints ceilings without stretching."
Thus if the potential fix-up is described as tall, with a distinctive profile, I see visions of Big Bird (who is a perfectly nice bird, don't get me wrong, I just can't see him with me in a 3-star restaurant) -- well, here's the outfit that says
I DID TOO MAKE AN EFFORT
SOME PEOPLE JUST DON'T GET "IRONIC."
SOME PEOPLE JUST DON'T GET "IRONIC."
NOT MY FAULT. IT IS THE 21ST CENTURY.
Upon reflection, this ensemble looks a touch scanty, and Hallowe'en night can be chilly.
I shall add these Hallowe'en-themed leggings and the long-sleeved tee that I recently saw
in the J.Crew Collection Store on Madison Avenue. Really truly! Ask my iPhone!
Guess noone told them there's a pumpkin shortage in the Northeast, the store was coming down in orange.
These are Feather Boa cookies.
Just in case I have to provide dessert.
When stale, they can be strung together to make accessories.
