But notice how I started with the positive?!
As of yesterday, I have officially blogged at least once a day for the entire month of October. And, actually, I have blogged at least once every day for over a month, since it started from the end of September. For a failed blogger, that is a real accomplishment. (I may, however, celebrate by taking a day off tomorrow. 😉 )
I am pretty obsessed with checking my stats, so I’m so gratified to see how my little blog has grown, even just a little bit. I know I’m still no blockbuster, but I appreciate each and every person who comes to read here. And as someone who is always feeling the itch to be traveling, seeing how many people from around the world are visiting makes me really happy. (As I’ve said before. Not to be redundant!)
Anyway, my failure is that I am abysmal at Halloween. I really am. I grew up in a community that didn’t celebrate Halloween, so once I became an adult and began socializing with people who did, I think I just missed developing that creative costume gene so many people seem to have. Despite the fact that I like to think of myself as a decently creative person.
Maybe it’s really just that I can’t think of one of the really clever costumes. I’m never going to be that girl dressed up as a sexy anything, but I also never seem to think of one of those, “Oh my god, that’s brilliant!” costumes. (I had flirted with the idea of going as a superhero by wearing my Cristiano Ronaldo jersey this year, but very few people would get the joke. Ah, the trials and tribulations of being a European football fan in the US!)
I mean, really. One year I wore a skirt with clocks on it and a watch pendant, bought some wings and a wand, and called myself the Time Fairy. (What is that even?!)
One year, I wore one of my vintage dresses, bought a blonde wig, and said I was Betty Draper.
I even wore pearls!