I’ve got my wings on, green eyeliner, and a fluffy black scarf. Chilly Faerie for the win! =D

No one else at work dressed up.

Thanks a lot guys!

Heh. But since I’m the only “office” worker, it evens out. The office is having a costume contest and I win. Because I’m the only one in the office. And I dressed up. YAY! I should make myself a sash.

La Jasbaz went into daycare as a strawberry today. An angry strawberry, since she always has a grimace in the morning at daycare for some reason. It’s so funny. She frowns for the first few minutes that she’s there like she thought we were going to go somewhere else at seven forty in the morning. Silly girl. But as soon as I step out of the room and go sign her in, she’s happy and fine. I think she puts on a show.

I put her in a red turtle neck, red sweatpants, and a cute knitted strawberry hat. This one, actually. Yay Etsy! And with a side braid as well. She’s a super cute and fashionable strawberry.

Sometimes the cutest costumes are the simplest.

I’m still not sure whether we’re going to go out to the mall to trick or treat, or stay in the neighborhood. I do know however, that our porch light is going to be OUT because we don’t have any candy in the house. At least, not any candy we plan on sharing. It would be a good way to meet the neighbors though. We could hand out packages of Ramen noodles. Or hit up the local dollar store and get some candies. Jolly Ranchers! Lol, hand them out one by one.

I’d like to send some love forward to the universe because somewhere in this region, a girl my size with my style donated a bunch of clothes to the local thrift store and I picked them up. Have you ever had that happen? Where you find a bunch of clothes that seem tailored for you, sitting right where you happen to run your hand along the rack? That seem to make you stop to pause even though you aren’t sure why? And when you try them on they fit like a glove, like they were made for you and broken in by a friend.

That happened to me. My work wardrobe just got a bit comfier and snazzier.

I always go to a certain thrift store on the rich part of the city because then people donate the fancy fancy clothes so I can get big brand names for tiny prices – and don’t have to worry about them shrinking in the wash. ;D And seeing as how all of the local Homecoming dances have been had, the dress section was packed with cute dresses! If I had had sixty more dollars, I would have walked out with about ten dresses from the rack. x) But as it was, I only brought forty with me and drastically enhanced my wardrobe as well as Jas’s.

But now I’m curious about this other lady who wears what I like. I wonder if she got fatter and had to donate them, or if she got pregnant and donated them in a blinding rage (I’ve done that… and regretted it later) because she couldn’t into them and didn’t want to wear the damn black band expander with them, or if she passed away and her family donated them. Or if she is moving out of the country to go travel to Spain or Italy and could only take a small suitcase with her. Or if she joined the Peace Corp and has no reason for them. Or if she’s entered a nunnery because she’s fed up with the world and wearing pants – even if they are EXCELLENT pants.

I wonder who she is – if there are more than one of her – and what she does for a living. What her interests are.

Sounds strange, but I do that when driving too. I love when you are at the front of a pack and drive for a long period of time together, like on the highway. I always keep an eye on everyone and say a silent farewell as they peel off one by one to go to their destination. It’s like we are all connected in this moment, all a part of something bigger than ourselves.