Do you know how to tell if you’re crafty?  Ask yourself one question.  Do I decide upon and intricately plan my Halloween costume weeks - or even months in advance?  If you answered ”yes”…you’re one hot, crafty momma (or poppa…everyone is welcome in the slick aisles of Hobby Lobby).

Although I’ve made a semi-legitimate profession out of writing, and may be considered by some to be a “creative” individual…I am as craft-challenged as they come.  Believe me when I tell you this.  Because I know it in my soul to be true…creativity does not always translate to crafty.  I am living proof of that.  But I don’t want to knock myself about too much.  I do come by this affliction honestly.  My mother is even less comfortable than I traversing the knick-knack laden, scrapbook-filled halls of Michaels.  In fact, years ago, in a sad moment of complete denial, we decided to attempt the seemingly simple and straightforward art of silk flower arrangements.  After several glasses of wine and no clear plan, we broke into gut-busting fits of laughter.  Because the atrocity before us can only be described as the devil’s garden.  Random cattails jutting at odd angles, pockets of nothingness next to packed flowers…and overall, no apparent rhyme or reason.  It was so awful that we decided to keep it as a reminder that we should never, under any circumstance, attempt such a project again.

The point is, I did not spend weeks or even days planning my Halloween costume.  In fact, it could more accurately be measured in hours.  Most of which were spent combing stores alongside other procrastinating, slightly testy, non-crafties. 

For my costume, I’d decided on the late 50’s / early 60’s era gal…based mainly on my obsession with the “Mad Men” TV series (if you haven’t seen it, check it out).  And, to be honest, it was a decision based also on my (inaccurate) assumption that a pencil skirt and sweater would be an easy find.  Twenty stores and two very sore feet later, I had what I felt would be a passable imitation of the outwardly sexy (yet inwardly downtrodden) ad-industry secretary.

Because the hype around Halloween is often on par with New Year’s Eve or Valentine’s Day (and therefore built-up expectations are often squashed by a squabbling couple or botched fireworks), our crew decided to play it safe and guarantee at least amazing people-watching.  In other words, we went to a locally famous gay bar where crafty costumes would be an understatement.  And it didn’t disappoint, people.  The costumes?  Unbelievable.  And to be honest, some were a little, well…let’s not go there.  Just use your imagination, and then double the “What the…” factor.  It was beautiful.  And highly entertaining.  Susan and I eventually moved on to other locations, to enjoy the company of men a bit more interested in slightly enhanced bosoms (courtesy of the old standby Charmin toilet paper).  But one of our earlier companions, Susan’s good friend and coworker, Lealon, later won a costume competition for his incredible Boy George get-up. If we can’t be crafty, at least we can hang with others who are.

Here are a few photos for your viewing pleasure (or for a good midday laugh).  And don’t forget to vote tomorrow.  It’s not just a right, it’s a privilege! (And you can legitimately attend that rockin’ “Results Viewing” party)

P.S. It appears the feature to upload pictures into blog posts is on the fritz.  In the meantime, I’ve posted some of the Halloween pics in my ‘Paparazzi’ (Flickr) section to the right.  Enjoy!

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