the scent of halloween is in the air and the candy corn is popping up left and right. thank god the two are not one in the same. i've never understood the appeal of candy corn, beyond the historical value. while i enjoy its nostalgic seasonal appearance in stores and candy bowls, i've never warmed to the taste. [hurl]
did you know...
"the top branded retailer of candy corn, brach's, sells enough candy corn each year to circle the earth 4.25 times if the kernels were laid end to end." [double hurl]
moving on...
i have been toiling over delilah's halloween costume. i am from the old school mentality of: .why.buy.it.when.you.can.make.it. i have made my own costume each year. this ritual has been going on for so many years that my tiny attic crawl space is: 91% costumes, 6% christmas decorations, and 3% random crap. i usually take on these projects and get completely lost in my mojo for hours at a time. i neglect to look at the clock and stop only to stuff my face with snacks & libations or go to the bathroom. alas, those days might be gone. now i seem to partake in sporadic sewing. which is highly annoying because it requires me to clean up my masterful mess multiple times, rather than once.
delilah and i talked about what she wanted to be for halloween. she decided to be kipper the dog. i've been piecing the costume together here and there, weaseling time into my schedule.
tonight delilah shuffled into the room with a brown sheet draped over her body calling out, "BOO! mummy, BOO!"
it was in this moment that i realized i could have saved myself all of this costume sewing trouble. she could have, so easily, been mr. hankey the christmas poo.
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