The fairies are ready for Halloween!
Title because I like the way it sounds. Also, because Fall and potential fanciness.
It’s been quite the week, friends. But things ended on higher notes, and now I’m preparing to head to New Orleans on Thursday. My three dearest middle/high school ladies are I are celebrating 20 years of friendship by going to the city that gave us Anne Rice, Creole awareness and something to dream about during those long Michigan winters of our youth.
Of course, it’s also now Halloween season. My new favorite thing is Iris exclaiming “It’s so exciting!” (complete with dramatic tremble) every time I mention seasonal decorations. Over the weekend we took out the black lace table cloth, stuck bats to our walls and checked out the festive taste of our resident fairies, who apparently create wonderful jack-o-lanterns (garden pictured above).
We also hit up the Enchanted Trail at Fat Blossom Farm (with which I am in love). Other points of interest – Michigan Radio member mixer, ArtPrize, Sushi Maki and brownies. A good weekend.
A big part of me loves October, despite its foreboding of The Great White Dark. Every year, I come a little closer to re-embracing the spooky kid sentiment of the aforementioned youth. I have a feeling this year will be helped along by a fancy frock dinner or two in The Big Easy.
Put on something fabulous and enhance your home with some festive black. When else are we allowed to so celebrate the beauty of a little fear?
This weekend was one of those “I’m slowly accepting that summer is over” kind of weekends.
Really, I do love fall. It’s got a ton of awesome things – Halloween, chili, pretty colors, pumpkin stuff, lessened concern about body hair… It’s what comes after that I have trouble with.
You see, I take some issue with winter and its holidays. Add to this my addiction to Michigan summers, and fall is basically the come down before withdrawal.
Still, I try to enjoy it. I appreciate our sunny days when the temps are only in the mid 60s and leaves reflecting the warm side of the color wheel drift around the lawn. I happily stir a pot of black bean chili. I spend two days straight in a soft brown cardigan.
I listen to Ben Folds 5, Counting Crows and Tori Amos (my ‘fall music’ since the late 90s, when the gloomy seasons were all the rage for goth kids and alternateens).
A face only the carver could love…
In case you haven’t noticed, I really like Halloween. It is one of my two favorite holidays (three if you include summer). I think the vibe and theatrics are fabulous, and I especially appreciate the emphasis on parties and creativity rather than rampant commercialism and chaos (at least, that’s how it goes in my world).
Over this weekend, we attended a pumpkin carving party. I usually don’t have too much trouble coming up with a design, but this year, the orange squash wasn’t speaking to me.
Once we actually hit October, I’m generally a little more accepting of the fact that summer is over. I’ve donned that first sweater, pulled out the gloves and stopped leaving the windows open 24-7.
This past weekend, I made chili, mulled cider, broke out the Halloween decorations, layered my outfits without protest and officially announced my acceptance on Facebook. Fine. I can handle it.
Of course, I may have been encouraged in the confidence that this week is anticipated to be a bit warmer.