You stood in the bell tower, but now you're gone

Where better to go for Hallowe'en than a Victorian graveyard as the late afternoon sun fades to dusk?

Littlest wanted to dress up - those are sequined devil's horns, in case you are wondering...

Sheffield's General Cemetery has featured on my blog before (here) but I never get tired of visiting, it's a beautiful and atmospheric place.

The pink chalk scrawl behind Littlest reads; Religion is a fairy tale for frightened children.

My two favourite ladies.

I'm short of words tonight.

I've just found out that an old friend is very ill in hospital. I feel a bit shell-shocked, and very worried.

Silk blouse, suede waistcoat and bangles - charity shopped
1970s velvet maxi skirt - gift from Sarah
Boots - Ebay
Feather headband - gift from Vix

And for the first time in my life,
I keep the lights on,
To ease my soul. 

Hope you all had a deliciously spooky Hallowe'en.

I'm off for blogger meet-up fun tomorrow in Nottingham - can't wait!

See you soon.

xxxx

Woodwork squeaks and out come the freaks

I started yesterday looking pretty respectable in a 70s kind of way.

I found this 1970s Clothkits wraparound skirt in Oxfam for a fiver, and intended to sell it on Ebay since I'm not sure this shape suits me. But I'm giving it a try, as I  love the colour and print. What do you stylistas reckon? Ebay or keep?

Wraparound styles are a dangerous business. Just look what can happen...

Do you think all bloggers who post photos of themselves are essentially exhibitionists?

I would never have said I was, but I'm beginning to wonder!

I'm not particularly fond of Hallowe'en; the imported ritual of trick or treating, and buying a new costume every year for the kids doesn't sit well with me. I know, I'm an old curmudgeon. However, some lovely friends were putting on a little party (as a way of avoiding the dreaded trick or treating) so that seemed like a good plan.

And if you're going to a party, you have to dress up, right?

Of course you do! This fabulous 1970s velvet corset dress was on the fancy dress rail in a local charity shop, also for a fiver. I didn't think I could get into it, so I put it on Ebay but it didn't sell.

With industrial strength foundation garments, determination, and the assistance of Eldest LB on zip duty, I managed to fit in it. Just look what it did to my boobs!

I put a spell on the LBs and turned them into Goth Child, Boy Dracula and Little Witch.

Eldest LB was really in character!

Smallest LB pinched the wig I wanted to wear. My hair was similar to this in the 80s. Same texture too.

So I had to go with a different wig and a jaunty little witch's hat.

How is it that I, an actual woman, have managed to transform myself into a man in drag?
That doesn't seem right.

Answers on a postcard please.
You don't think the eyelashes are too much, do you?

Shall I wear them on the school run?

Dracula Boy did not want a kiss from his Drag Queen Mama. Can't think why not.

Had to let her have the wig, she looked so cute.

Hammer Horror! That's my girl, nothing like a costume to make you ham it up!

Does this mean I'm a Hallowe'en convert?
Not really, I just enjoyed the dressing up!

All costumes were from charity shops, ghoulish accessories were bought super-cheap, and the magnificent Boob Crack is all my own work.
With the help of a too-tight frock, hahahaha!