Halloween is a time when all the kooks and spooks, ghosts and goblins, and fine feathered freaks crawl out of the woodwork and show up at my house. They don’t want to eat my brains, or even the Fun Size Snickers bars I leave out for them.
They come to raid my closet.
Nobody really gives a flip about my closet full of swords, chiffon fluffies, and sparkle-bras 364 days out of the year, but come Halloween, everyone becomes my bestie.
It usually goes a little something like this:
“Hey Carrara, what are you going as for Halloween?”
“Oh, I don’t know, probably a Sexy Unicorn.””Oh, so…..you’re not wearing one of your belly dance costumes?”
“Oh HELL no! Those are …