ZOMG – I don’t have a costume!

Let there be no mistake, it is super-Halloween-fun-time this year. 2009 has truly been the year for vampires, werewolves and zombies in music, books, tv and movies. To cap off the year of the macabre we have Halloween falling on a Saturday and lasting an extra hour longer this year because of daylight savings time. It’s like October 31st is going to be sitting there right next to all the tiny witches, Spidermen, and ladybugs eating an entire pillowcase full of candy and running around in circles until it throws-up on itself Saturday night. In both the holiday and childrens’ defense, I wouldn’t doubt if there were a number of adults who will become reacquainted with their dinners as the clock strikes 1am, twice.

So there are technically only a couple of full shopping days left until you are relegated to dressing up as a gangster for the fifth year in a row. Not that you don’t look great in that flapper dress and the tommy-gun isn’t any worse for wear, but remember how much thought and excitement went into picking out the perfect costume for your class party when you were little? And remember how disappointed you were when your parents came home with a store-bought, Wonder Woman costume painted on a pair of cheap pajamas and that was probably inspired by the tuxedo t-shirt instead of the shiny blue, plastic bodice and red leather boots you thought they were getting you? Yeah – you do, don’t ya? You vowed then to never have a crappy Halloween costume again and, my friend, even though there are only a two days left, this is the best Halloween to start honoring that vow.

To help here are a few last minute costume ideas that I found while crawling the web, and that you can whip up in no time.  And I also added some recommendations on what to avoid for Halloween 2009: Continue reading

Halp! I Have A Dead Tree Problem

Some people collect tiny ceramic statues, and then there are the obligatory spoons, bells and thimbles that are sprinkled throughout homes all over this great country. What began early as a pulp and ink friendship with one Ramona Quimby, grew past The Babysitters Club and Sweet Valley High, and has now turned into a certifiable book collection problem. Not only do I have double stacked rows of books on each of my shelves, I also have several plastic tubs intended for storing an entire season’s wardrobe dedicated to the massive missive collection that even if I could bear to part with, I wouldn’t know what to do with. Thus, I have a big dead tree problem and it just keeps getting worse… Continue reading