My little Autumn faery turned into a witch for a Halloween birthday party on Saturday. She specifically wanted to be a 'kitchen witch' so I made her a little apron (with a pocket to keep her glowing eyeball in...eeek!), and a raggedy patched skirt. Littlest faery wasn't going to a party but wanted the same, so that meant two of everything!
I'm in two minds about this whole Halloween thing. While the IDEA of Halloween appeals to me immensely, it just ISN'T something Australians have ever celebrated, and as it's a seasonal holiday it's entirely illogical to be celebrating it in Spring anyway. But commercialisation has taken over and where once we only encountered it in movies and books from the US, now every shop here has all manner of Halloween junk to sell (I managed to rein in the excitement of the small people and limit them to a hat, a broom, and a skull necklace each...oh, and the aforementioned glowing eyeball). Most of it is really nothing more than instant landfill. I've noticed the same thing happening with Easter and St Patrick's day. Easter was once a time when you bought chocolate eggs...and that was about it. Now you can go completely overboard and decorate your entire house with life size (or rather 'human size') Easter Bunnies, chickens, banners, easter egg 'trees' and ornaments and God knows what else. And come St Pat's day, it's all green glitter bowler hats and leprechaun costumes. No sooner is one holiday over, than they roll out all the stuff for the next one. I don't have a problem with special, meaningful holidays...I love them, but these are being stripped of all true meaning. I'm sure there must be someone somewhere as we speak, trying to come up with a new holiday that will require decorations and cards and gifts etc, for the middle of the year, it seems to be the only bit left that isn't already tied up. Now that Halloween is out of the way, Christmas will take over...which usually means that by the time Christmas actually gets here I am thoroughly sick of it! I have this dream to one day take my whole family away for Christmas, somewhere in the northern hemisphere where it will be cold and snowy, but somewhere that Christmas hasn't been entirely ruined by months of muzak carols in shopping centres, plastic Santa Claus' scaring me out of my wits by yelling Ho Ho Ho at me as I pass by them, impossible-to-avoid Christmas buy buy buy advertising, and people going nuts trying to buy the biggest, the best, the most expensive whatever-it-is and putting themselves into debt for the whole next year. I don't suppose such a place actually exists, but I live in hope. I love Christmas, but I hate what it's become...a 3 month retail orgy to convince as many people as possible to part with money they haven't got, to buy stuff they don't need. I want a REAL Christmas!
Oh dear...I'm probably sounding rather like Scrooge by now...Bah Humbug!