So Halloween has been and gone, but there is still time to reflect back on this spooky time of year, before we go back to our normal ways of life, free from pumpkins glaring at us from window sills, and free from spooky teenagers, which are spooky enough without added capes and witches hats.  
Halloween this year caught me completely unawares.  Somehow, in between some rain, some mild weather and various busy weekends, it suddenly sprung up from nowhere.  I was pumpkinless (though see insert of my minion pumpkin from last year.  I was so proud.), costumeless and, perhaps most vexingly trick-or-treat-sweetless.  The first children who knocked on my door, whilst I was mid autumn/spring clean, were greeted with the choice of a tin of dusty rich tea biscuits or some frozen Frubes.  The skeleton teens all stood at my door, playing on their phones, far too cool for my biscuity/yoghurt treats and left empty handed.  Needless to say they didn’t return to the house, despite my good word that I would go out and buy sweets later.  I imagine the rumour of the poorly stocked kitchen in the house at the bottom of the road spread pretty quickly, so apart from two small children, who were so high on sugar by the time they got to my house that I could have given them vomit and they would have been happy, no one came for the rich tea delights.

But the problem I want to address is the fashion of Halloween.  I look upon the film “Mean Girls” as a teaching tool for this post.  In the same way that it isn’t appropriate to go around, begging at peoples doors for sweets and/or other food items and threaten them with a trick on any other day of the year, on Halloween your fancy dress costume can’t just be a scantily clad nurse - though admittedly this is pretty scary in itself.
I went to a Halloween party this year, my first one in probably three years or so, which had the theme of “Your Favourite Villain”.  Ahhhh, perfect I thought.  No scope for anyone to be a smutty nurse, and lots of scope for genuinely scary things?  Everyones a winner! For me there was no contest either.  The best villain of all time has to be Scar (nemesis of Mufasa, and generally everyone on Pride Rock, in the Lion King).  He’s a father murderer with an entire army of marching hyenas, and an acute dislike of all things fuzzy, cute and meerkat related.

See the similarity?
Determined not to make the halloween fashion faux-pas of looking a) too attractive b) too much like an escort, or c) not really that villainous or scary at all, I decided that brown clothing (found at the back of charity shops) and face paint were adequate tools to ensure I created the perfect costume.
Finding face paints in the country side was like trying to find a four leafed clover.  Theoretically possible, though incredibly difficult.  I dot to dotted my way from corner shop to market stall, back to corner shop, to supermarket, to bizarre clothes outlet on a dodgy back street, finally to a very unassuming newsagents where they happened to have face paints, of very peculiar colours.  Two hours and a hell of a lot of painting later, my costume was complete

It was a fine party turn out.  Sweeney Todd put in an appearance, as did his butcheress of a partner.  The Rocket team were there, Medusa, the Riddler and even death himself bought a personal chill to the party.  Of course there were a few short skirts and high heels, but that is unavoidable at every 21st century halloween party.  But I figured that, as lovely as all of this was spookiness was, I can’t wait for my next party, which will undoubtedly be Christmas, when it’s merry old Father Christmas and his elves showing up.


Hello!  I’m Sophie - lover of coast, country and all things baked and smothered in icing.
Recent university graduate and bumbling my way through the life of an employed editor.