My True Feelings on Halloween
I’m about to say something very controversial here…
🗣 I hate Halloween
I hate being scared (Like, REALLY hate it. I’ve been known to sob and/or pee my pants at haunted houses.). I hate the color combo of orange, purple and green. I hate the never-ending stash of shitty candy (lookin’ at you, Smarties). Creepy things just make me feel…icky is honestly the best word for it. But, most of all, I HATE the pressure of coming up with a Halloween costume.
I mean, do you go sexy or scary or funny or comfy? Do you go as a group or individual? What about a couples’ costume? Do you have to get a wig? And costumes can be expensive AF. I start stressing out as soon as Labor Day is over.
That said, my friend is a Halloween baby so that means I’m going out tonight and costumes are required. This has been the case for the last three years and it was only last year that I discovered the joy of makeup-only costumes. I know, I know, that’s not exactly a revolutionary idea, but it was kind of a lightbulb moment for me. It was Saturday night—I was going to a Halloween house party and everyone was dressing up, but, cut to two hours before and I still had not been struck with the perfect costume idea. So I took to my makeup stash and coated my face in black eye shadow and blue glittery lipstick. I added a bejeweled headband, wore all black and, voila, creepy princess of the night. I was kind of proud of myself and even more so once I got to the party. I received so many compliments and realized I had finally found a costume go-to I could get into. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not the best costume ever and I’m definitely lacking in talent, but I actually enjoyed creating this look.
Alright, one more admission. Maybe I don’t haaate it. I do actually get really excited once I have an idea and I really like getting into the makeup. But I only turned this corner really in the last few years, aka when I started using makeup more as a part of the costume. Until then, Halloween was just a stressy, scary, creepy event that I dreaded all fall and the only things I looked forward to were November 1 and Cadbury Screme Eggs (best candy ever and I won’t hear a word otherwise).
This year, I decided (30 minutes ago…I will live and die a procrastinator) I’m going to try and be Amma Crellin, in her Persephone attire, from the show Sharp Objects. Aka, flowy white outfit, flower crown, slightly sickly makeup and damp hair. Boom. My dream outfit: creepy, comfy and free (I’m a festival baby—y’all think I don’t have at least two flower crowns in my bedroom?).
I have resigned myself to the fact that I will never be someone who comes up with some rad idea and spends all of October creating fun accessories and telling everyone who comes near me about my “awesome costume!” I bow down to those of you who have these amazing, creative plans and are actually able to bring them to fruition, but that just isn’t me. I will forever and always be the girl who doesn’t have a costume until night of, and I’m okay with that.
Happy freakin’ Halloween to all my boos out there!
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