happy dark new year
Happy Halloween, from the creepiest understated thing in Sandman.
I just realised this morning that of all the Halloween parties I've attended this year in between bouts of The Outpost Move*, the vast majority of the hundred or so costumes I've seen were cobbled together ourselves out of the backs of our closets with some love and makeup and reusable accessories. It seems among my social circles these days, even those with the money to buy quality one-off costume clothing new would rather not. No, instead we make plaster masks and silk-screened skull bandannas and light-up dresses and pained art with latex and ping-pong balls and then express dismay at the photographer because someone just sent Neil Gaiman a less good picture of the handiwork. I knew I missed theatre nerds for reasons.
Tonight, a very few of us go Trooping in our local Mid-Atlantic autumn-forested, foggy, spooky town as per tradition, because Halloween is a holiday for my inner child and I live in one of the best places in the world for a proper Samhain, and I intend to have both. Happy new year.
* I've spent the past month or two, and especially the past two weeks helping Aleris divest himself of most possessions to move cross-country while finding Cull a new place amongst the safe/unsafe patches of local neighborhoods and helping him move, too. And painting and hauling and on and on and so forth with tons of awesome folks' help. It's enough text for its own post, but why? Happy new year.
I just realised this morning that of all the Halloween parties I've attended this year in between bouts of The Outpost Move*, the vast majority of the hundred or so costumes I've seen were cobbled together ourselves out of the backs of our closets with some love and makeup and reusable accessories. It seems among my social circles these days, even those with the money to buy quality one-off costume clothing new would rather not. No, instead we make plaster masks and silk-screened skull bandannas and light-up dresses and pained art with latex and ping-pong balls and then express dismay at the photographer because someone just sent Neil Gaiman a less good picture of the handiwork. I knew I missed theatre nerds for reasons.
Tonight, a very few of us go Trooping in our local Mid-Atlantic autumn-forested, foggy, spooky town as per tradition, because Halloween is a holiday for my inner child and I live in one of the best places in the world for a proper Samhain, and I intend to have both. Happy new year.
* I've spent the past month or two, and especially the past two weeks helping Aleris divest himself of most possessions to move cross-country while finding Cull a new place amongst the safe/unsafe patches of local neighborhoods and helping him move, too. And painting and hauling and on and on and so forth with tons of awesome folks' help. It's enough text for its own post, but why? Happy new year.