I have always been fascinated by Halloween; costumes, sweets, spookiness, unjustified facepainting - those Anglo-Saxons know how to party. We do have a similar celebration in Hungary but that's mainly for children (and is really great fun when you are little). But Halloween? Halloween is for every generation.
At least it is a bloomin' good excuse for a party.
After so many years of waiting, my time to shine and actually do halloweeny stuff finally came yesterday and it was glorious. We bought and carved a pumpkin. We went to a fancy dress party. We didn't watch The Nightmare Before Christmas though, but we had some Jack Skellington here and there...
Earlier this month when we were brainstorming ideas I thought I would do something cute, but one night before going to bed I came up with the idea of dressing up as a man. And not just a regular man, oh no. A hipster lumberjack.
I'm really glad how well it all turned out - so much so that somebody actually thought I'm a man (he definitely had some alcohol in his system). I bought the beard at a party shop and trimmed it a bit, drew my eyebrows and other facial hair bits with some black Color Tattoo, and wore a men's shirt (and a really cool Jack Skellington t-shirt) and sunglasses. I changed halfway through the party because it was really heard to drink in the beard (how do men do it? Also, does it itch?) - I took a few make up products and micellar water to the party, 'cause why not?, and made myself look a bit more... feminine. Then I simply tied my shirt around my hips showing the world my Jack tee, because... it was Halloween.