The Masque

For some reason, I felt compelled to make myself a costume for Halloween this year. Never mind that I haven’t dressed for the day in more than a decade  – this year it was a must-do. Due to the fact that free time is a bit thin on the ground around here right now, I knew it would have to be something quick and easy, while still satisfying that powerful urge to MAKE SOMETHING that was kicking me in the ass. A mask seemed just the thing …

mask back

Originally, the idea was to use only materials I already had on hand. I had some white plastic mask forms left over from a Mardi Gras project I did a couple of years ago, which I covered with a scrap of some luscious black silk velvet I had hanging around. I mod-podged the fabric down, let it dry overnight, then trimmed it and cut out the eyeholes.

I knew I wanted to use feathers somehow, but my stash was pretty low, so I took a trip to Michaels, where I vowed that I would buy a peacock feather and nothing more.

supplies

I came home with the feather, turquoise sequins, bronze glitter glue, blue satin ribbon, and plastic gems worthy of any three-year-old’s princess crown. I had no idea where I was going with any of it.
mask

A day or two later, this is what I had. So far, so good. This, however, is where the project started getting a bit more elaborate. It needed … more … stuff …

mask

The beaded trim was a nice touch, but I still wasn’t satisfied. “MORE!”

Ah, NOW we’re getting somewhere! But … no, it’s still not enough …

Then, on an entirely unrelated trip to one of those Halloween flash stores that mushroom every October, I found these …

I got weak in the knees.

eyelashes

mask

Just one last little touch and I was done …

mask finished

I think a simple black dress, some bright blue lipstick, and I’m good. Whaddya think?

Happy Halloween!

haute chocolate

I discovered salted caramel hot chocolate last winter (courtesy of Starbucks) and have been searching for the perfect recipe ever since. Now, I think I may have found it

Salted Caramel Hot Chocolate, concocted by Elsie Larson over at A Beautiful Mess and Emma from Food Coma. This utter decadence would also be wonderful with a shot of coffee or chocolate liqueur – just the thing to warm even the frostiest toes!

October

  1. October – October/U2 (duh)
  2. All This Time – The Soul Cages/Sting
  3. A Foggy Day – The Complete Ella Fitzgerald Song Books/Ella Fitzgerald
  4. Solarized – Solarized/Ian Brown
  5. Houses of the Holy – Physical Graffiti/Led Zeppelin
  6. Perfect Day – Transformer/Lou Reed
  7. I Feel You – Songs of Love and Devotion/Depeche Mode
  8. Only Human – We Sing. We Dance. We Steal Things./Jason Mraz
  9. Strange Fruit – Billie Holiday Sings/Billie Holiday
  10. Weeping Willow – Urban Hymns/The Verve
  11. (Don’t Go Back to) Rockville – Reckoning/R.E.M.
  12. L’apres-midi d’un faune – Claude Debussy
  13. The Vanishing Breed – Music for the Native Americans/Robbie Robertson
  14. I Am Stretched on Your Grave – I Do Not Want What I Haven’t Got/Sinead O’Connor

El dia de los muertos

One of my favorite things about October, aside from cooling weather, fuzzy socks and hearty homemade soups, is putting up my Day of the Dead altar.

While it’s not part of my heritage, it is a tradition that makes a lot of sense to both my head and my heart. My first experience of a DOTD altar was when I was in art school – one of the professors did a huge one in the school’s gallery every year. I fell in love with the bright colors, and giddy skulls and skeletons that covered nearly every inch. The idea of celebrating Death, of laughing, not at but with it, was entirely new to me and the fact that it was done on such a personal level, paying homage to your own loved ones, appealed deeply to me, coming as I was from a dour New England-Yankee-fied perspective on such things. It both adds to and alleviates some of the mystery surrounding death. It’s also an excellent excuse for one helluva party.

My own altar has evolved over the years – early on I was young (and lucky) enough not to have many close relatives and friends who had passed away. In fact, my maternal grandfather, who died when I was six, was the lonely inhabitant for quite a few years. Since then, the rest of my grandparents have joined him, as well as a succession of much-loved pets, and most recently, my wonderful stepfather Rick, who succumbed to cancer just over a year ago.

At the time, I found that assembling the altar a mere two weeks after his death and hunting for just the right picture of him to include was profoundly comforting to me. It confirmed for me all the best reasons for doing this, and I know it’s a tradition I will always follow, and hopefully instill in Jamie as well. Last night, as I put the finishing touches on the altar, he asked me if he could be the one to put ‘Grampy’s’ picture on it. Amid sudden tears, I watched as he carefully placed the photo right at the front.