It’s that time of year again! You’re not quite sure how it happened but suddenly everything around you is orange. The leaves on the trees, orange. Every piece of decor at Home Sense, orange. Everything in your house, orange. Okay you do know how that one happened, your mom wanted to get festive and tried every DIY Pinterest idea she could find.
But can you blame her? It’s October! It’s fall! And Halloween is just around the corner. Your mom’s excited, I’m excited and despite the fact that your house looks like you live in Halloween Town, you’re excited too.
Halloween, the one day of the year where you get to break all the rules. Stay up late, run around at night with your friends, take candy from strangers and eat a giant chocolate bar for dinner, and the best part is, your parents won’t get mad at you. They won’t get mad at you because they’re already eyeballs deep in your candy bag eating all the tiny O’Henry chocolate bars before you can get to them. But you don’t care! You let your dad eat enough tiny chocolate bars to feed a small village, and you let your mom put a pumpkin spice scented air freshener in every room of the house. You know why? Because it’s Halloween!
Those were the days, when Halloween was all about candy and no one cared that you wore the same fairy princess costume three years in a row (it was cute as hell, no one could deny that). Those were simpler times, but as you get older you realize Halloween is not all fun and games. Your first year of high school it all changes, you suddenly realize candy is not the objective anymore, showing the least amount of skin but still being able to classify the lingerie and mask you are wearing as a costume is.
I remember it like it was yesterday, my first Halloween as a high school student, coming to school as an innocent little purple crayon, the rest of my friends the same. One was blue, the other pink, another one green, we were a pack of crayons, how cute and clever we had thought. As we sat in the hallway eating lunch that day I remember seeing the senior girls pass by in their tiny little dresses that showed off just a small glimpse of butt cheek, that was complimented quite elegantly by their 8-inch heels. Stunned I nervously looked away and kept eating my sandwich making extremely obvious eye signals at my friends who were just as petrified as I was.
After recovering from Halloween 2011 I am now not the scared little crayon, choking on a turkey sandwich that I was in the ninth grade, however Halloween still does make me a little nervous. Why does choosing a costume have to be so hard? Trying to find a balance between cute and mature seems nearly impossible, while also staying under budget. Costume options seem to go from one extreme to the other. Either you’re a sexy cop equipped with plastic hand cuffs and a plunging neckline, or you’re a witch equipped with a strange, large black “dress” that covers you up from head to toe.
There seems to be no real guidelines or rules when it comes to picking a costume, wear whatever you’re comfortable in. Because if I can offer one piece of advice, it’s that NOTHING in the whole world is worse than wearing something out and feeling extremely uncomfortable all night. So if you want to be a sexy cop, or you want to be a purple crayon, the choice is all yours. Do whatever feels right for you. Realistically Halloween is a lot like puberty. I know what you’re thinking, Alexis that doesn’t make sense. But it does. You’re going to wear something and think you look all cute, similar to your awkward pubescent middle school days, and no matter how much you think you nailed it you’re always going to look back and say “oh god what was I thinking?”
So you have nothing to lose! Have fun with it!
Happy October! 🙂