Maddy Douglass

Knitter, lawyer, and safer beauty advocate in San Francisco. 

Loves coffee, crafting, and cheese plates.  


Better late than...totally forgotten and deleted like the other blogs.

So regardless of the fact that I probably have one reader (Neda, I appreciate your blog loyalty), I should still update this sucker more than once in a blue moon. Or full moon. Or whatever other kind of moon only happens on a rare and sporadic basis.

Anyway. Here's a little Halloween cheer for you:

Courtesy of My Milk Toof! I love that blog. Soooo adorable, but also takes so much painstaking work. I'm far too lazy to ever be that creative. Lesson #1 about me.

Halloween is a curious holiday. I love the lore aspect - the witches, ghosts, ghouls, haunting tales of supernatural feats, the idea that a single day a year connects the "mortal realm" and "other worlds" (I've been watching too many Disney Channel Original movies.) I love the candy, and this year I've even loved pumpkin carving. I used to hate it because it was too much work (see above) but this year it was actually kind of relaxing. Once I got past all the grunting and the goop and the threatening to cut my fingers off bits. 

Mine's all the way on the left. Thank you, Spooky House tracer. Unfortunately I think it has been eaten by bugs and mold by now. It was nice while it lasted.

I've completely forgotten my point by now.

Oh wait! I remember.

Ok so, I love the creepiness of Halloween. The one thing I hate? THE COSTUMES. I always get so stressed out. I want to be funny and kitschy, not Sexy Nurse or Sexy Cop or Sexy Human. Those are lame. However, I also don't care SO much about Halloween that I think of my costumes in advance. Usually they entail a week of prep time, some kind of headgear, and a last minute stop at American Apparel. I need to start writing costume ideas down in advance. I'm talking February. 

That's it. Next year I'm either going to be a reindeer or that seamstress lady from The Incredibles. Apparently I've already got the glasses.

What a sob story.

The nerd in me says,