Top - Day 30 - My MIL's frock, I call 'Carnivale'. I love this frock. It's a riot of colour.
Bottom - Day 31 - Vintage frock found on the weekend, my Mum's belt. I did have heels on but they killed me. Children are my own. And clearly not into pulling Halloween faces. This is shortly after we trick or treated at a neighbours house, he didn't have any lollies, so he gave the kids money. I told the kids to give the money back, they wouldn't, so I took the money back. Then Tiny cried because - well it turns out she'd brought some of her own pocket money in her bag (unbeknownst to me), and I'd just handed it all over to the neighbour. All I can say is he better buy something pink with that hard earned cash of Tiny's since he didn't 'fess up when I was on his doorstep.
If you still want to sponsor me, you can. Not that I'm pressuring you, but it's for a good cause. Protect our ovaries!
Take a leaf from Martha's book and get Gaga this Halloween. Glue some butterfly wings to your lashes and off you flutter. If it's good enough for Motha, it's good enough for me.
The Doctor has a bit of a fascination with Halloween. Or 'alloween as he calls it. He told me he wants to dress up as a warlock on Sunday. Then, since I didn't know exactly what a warlock was, he decided on a policeman. A space policeman. The Doctor's fascination all began when he saw Biz Markie on Yo Gabba Gabba doing the Halloween beat of the day. We're not so into Halloween in our house, but the Doctor has already told me how we're to dress our house (for the record, wool as a web, spiders in the wool), how he's going to dress, and that Matt is taking him trick or treating (Matt doesn't know this yet). Once when I was 11, I went trick or treating with my friends. My wig fell off, I put it back on, and got an ant in my ear, and had to go to the doctor (not to be confused with the Doctor) to have it removed. End of trick or treating for me. It's a true story peeps. Clearly it's left a strong memory with me.
