A Quietly Creepy Halloween
Oh, Halloween! An excuse to light candles, watch creepy films and eat bright orange cakes. And that's exactly what Steve and I did.
Last year, we had a much bigger Halloween. We had just spent a few days in Copenhagen, oohed and aahed at the pumpkin-bedecked Tivoli and flown home in a hurricane; back in Aberdeen, we fitted red lightbulbs, stuck a flock of bats all up the stairwell walls and invited our friends round to party.
This year, both a bit under the weather and with a howling wind blowing outside, we were happy to curl up at home - just us and our two black cats. We watched Hansel and Gretel: Witch Hunters (which was not as bad as expected) and Odd Thomas (which was a lot like a TV pilot), and we ate homemade pumpkin soup and crisps shaped like scorpions.
Of course, we decorated a little bit. And we made our first pumpkin lantern (I know, I know: we're in Scotland; it should be a turnip; my decisions are based on taste and appearance not stubbornness, though).
I wore my black cat necklace to work (it was from my pal, Sheena's, shop many years ago) and, at home, changed into a T-shirt dress which is supposed to be skeleton hands forming a heart but, in reality, looks more like they're copping a feel; Steve donned an amazing vampire cape dressing gown my mum got him for Christmas a couple of years ago.
The cats made no effort at all.
Did you get up to much?
Hi! I'm a 30-something stay-at-home feminist mother-of-one. I live in Aberdeen, Scotland with my toddler, boyfriend and two black cats.