Its October 12th and that means Halloween is approaching. When living in a tropical country there is no changing of the leaves, there's no crisp undertones in the air, there's no need for a scarf. My mom told me she was surprised to be seeing pumpkins in the supermarket. At the local Lotte Mart I can get squash at all times of the year, but never pumpkins. There are places in Indonesia, like on Sumatra, that have pumpkin all the time for soups and local delicacies. If it weren't for Della, I'd forget. Della is one of my closest friends here and she's blessed to have the gene, the costume gene. Here's a reminder of my opinion from last year.
I do miss the change of season. I miss the tables in the markets of apple cider, pumpkins, hot chocolate and bags of mini candy bars. I don't miss having to figure out something witty to be for Halloween. I liked my costume last year. I was a 1950's era deadline rushed reporter. See it here.
Last week we had a costume going away party. You can tell many of my friends enjoy fancy dress parties (that's a costume party for you Americans). We have color theme nights for regular Fridays out. The going away party was Mobster Monday. I was able to scrape something together quickly, using bits from the reporter outfit of last year. Not bad huh?
So, I'm culling you, my imaginative, creative, interesting readers. Throw out anything. I still am not confident enough to wear something like this
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