I have been at war with Halloween for a few years now. If I have a fun house party to go to, I love to dress up. But do I like to pay north of $60 for a costume I can't try on and now start to look age-inappropriate in? No gracias. Do I like to go to a bar where it is bad/equal to New Years for amateur hour? Nope. Am I a buzz kill? Maybe. I do love to carve pumpkins, eat York Peppermint Patties, and see little kids and clever adults in costume. I've never been one for a risque costume in the first place. In college I was a lobster one year and a booze hound (a dog made from beer related objects...I know) another. If I was invited to a cool Halloween party I would go all-out. But as of late, I just throw on the dirndl I bought in Munich when I was abroad in college and call it a day.
This is from The Lonny Blog's Watercolor Wednesdays yesterday by Caitlin McGauley. It is called "Candy Corn Love," I love her work! Some people have candy corn problems. I suffer from more of a potato chip problem, so I'm safe in that respect.