Curvy Girl and
Halloween
Despite knowing
some delightful Americans, I am not a great fan of American culture and
Halloween is just one such craze I detest.
That horrid realisation after a long day at work that it's the 31st,
and ‘Other People’s Children’ (mostly taller
than me) will knock my door for treats, dripping in fake blood and realistic
massacre induced attire. My dogs will bark themselves hoarse in terror, and I
will nervously await ‘Freddie’ to finish me off. (Did I say I dislike their
films also?) And worse. I have forgotten
to purchase the contents of a confectionary warehouse to appease the ‘not so
little’ dears.
Now back in the
day, your Mother would throw half an old paint sheet over you with two holes
for you to see out, possibly a plastic ‘false face’ held on with a piece of
elastic, and you were rewarded at each door with either a handful of monkey
nuts, or (drum roll) An Apple.
But only if you were happy to dunk for it in a plastic baby bath or nappy
bucket. Probably a health and safety issue now…and the apples would be returned
by a disappointed recipient through your windows these days.
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| Tunic by Tu at Sainsbury's |
But I am open to
trying homemade pumpkin soup. Recipe in hand, I popped into my local Sainsbury
to buy one, and was slightly distracted by the ‘25% off all clothes’ banner. I felt a twinge of guilt, but it was the
banner that lured me, and loving burgundy at the moment, was drawn to this
little tunic dress. At £15 after their
discount, I would happily wear it for dog walking, but it looks FAB. And top with a leather jacket or long
cardigan. As you all know, I love fur,
and anything tactile, so although I didn't need another leather jacket, chasing
after someone I spotted in Cambridge wearing THIS one from River Island, with
its burgundy FUR collar, I had to have it!
Not easy, as it was sold out online but I am determined if nothing else
and hope you think it was worth a week of begging calls to shops and friends
across the country to find it – finally in Sheffield. (Thanks to Martyn’s parents – whom I haven’t even
met…)
So with my Clark’s
black suede shoe/boot and opaque tights I was pretty set to go. Oh and like the
sweets – I forgot the pumpkin…..!!
