I think that this might the only Halloween in my entire life that I have acknowledged not at all. I didn’t attend a single party (although I was invited to three last Saturday night). I didn’t carve a pumpkin or don a costume or even see a single cute costumed child today. All I thought of today was that it was the last day of October. And this makes me sort of sad.
I used to LOVE Halloween. We always had really great costumes in my family because we started thinking about them sometime in early September and always handmade them (my parents, mostly). I was a butterfly twice over the years, always with spectacular homemade wings. We would create large animal heads out of chicken wire, masking tape and tempura paint.
I think that next year I need to acknowledge the holiday a little better and get myself in the spirit of things. Because this year just didn’t feel right.