Honor Your Costumes
“Sometimes you feel like a nut. Sometimes you don’t.
Almond Joy’s got nuts. Mounds don’t.”
This was one of my favorite commercial jingles and two of my favorite candy bars.
I still love them. Can’t help it. Every Halloween I crave their coconut love.
It’s the end of Hallows month. As a witch, I honor this holiday for 31 days.
I draw a Tarot card each morning. I write it down and carry its message into the day.
I am quiet. I pay attention. In October, I am most in touch with the magic around me.
I’m a Witch in everything I wear, but for Hallows, I don a black dress and hat, striped tights and fun boots. I’ve always loved dressing up, not just for Halloween.
The earliest costume I can remember is Eva Gabor. My mom gave me a faux fur when I was a baby, because apparently I loved to mimic her. I named my weird fashion accessory ‘I Ditty Ditty,’ which meant ‘My Kitty Kitty.’
After Eva, I was a Scare Crow. This was probably inspired by the “Wizard of Oz.” I liked the Scare Crow because he was looking for a heart. I wore this costume to a 4-H hayride and Hallows party. I had a crush on the guy dressed as Gene Simmons from Kiss. Oh, early 80’s. Oh, junior high.
Also around this age, I was a Bumble Bee, and my best friend Alicia was a Tomato. I like to think she and I were early supporters of the importance of pollinators, but we probably chose these costumes from patterns that our Moms found at JoAnne Fabrics.
When I waited tables, I dressed as a Belly Dancer for better tips. Ah, the mid 80’s.
By undergrad, thanks to the amazing women who were my roommates, I dressed as The Statue of Women’s Liberty for Nuclear Disarmament. My roommates were: Indigenous People of the World United, Feminist Women of the World United and Robin Hood, stealing from the rich and giving to the poor. Our friend Marissa dressed in pink. She attached a red, cardboard wing to her arm. You guessed it. She as a Left-Wing Commie Pinko. Good times.
Other costumes, Hallows and not, have included: a Flapper (to impress a lover), a Power Ranger (to entertain kids at my nephew’s birthday party), Edith Wharton (as part of an assignment for grad school, thank you, Columbia Chicago, and thank you, Kelly, my E.E. Cummings companion), Steffi Graf (because Benjamin was Andre Agassi) a Drunken Housewife (because she’s who I channel sometimes) and Dorothy Parker (because I was asked to be Poet Laurette for my dear friends’ wedding, and she invited herself to the reception).
Well, that was fun. As an exercise, list your own costumes and see what you discover.
Just like last month, I’m keeping this post short. Along with all my other witchy shenanigans, I’m in another class with poet, Nickole Brown. This one is called Kingdom Animalia. I’m deep into the umwelt of wolves, and my classmates are: Bear, Snake, Vulture, Scorpion, Cardinal, White-tail Deer, Snowy Owl, Marbled Murrelet, Woodchuck and Star-nosed Mole.
I must return to the forest.
Happiest Hallows! See you next month.