The crispness in the air, the moisture, the fermenting leaves on the ground.
Nature at its best.
I've spent the passed while bouncing around between costume ideas (which is rare for me, I usually have a plan the day after Hallowe'en for next year's outfit).
I've never been one of those girls to run to the Love Shop and grab the lowest cut bust to match the highest cut skirt line, not that I'm here to be judgmental - I just always go for authenticity.
It's the one day (or entire weekend) where I get to play dress up and pretend to be someone so much more compelling and stimulating than myself.
My friend dragged me into the Love Shop to find something, and I looked but I didn't feel comfortable in anything she recommended (she chose to be an officer), and when I tried on an Avatar unitard she gave me a very unimpressed glare.
This year's plans revolved around Milla Jovovich. Originally I wanted to go with her superb outfit in Resident Evil: Extinction though everyone was encouraging me to go with the red dress.
And now I've transfered into the future!
Leeloo - The Fifth Element
I'll be trimming the wig and dyeing it orange, as well as buying a nude unitard (most likely, I might get feisty and go without it) and purchasing some gauze and/or white electrical tape because unfortunately John Paul Gaultier is not available to make outfits at my beck-and-call as he is for Jovovich.
I'm nothing if not efficient and my mum insists that once my hair grows out I messily dread it.
I've also written a poem/scene/blurb that I hope you enjoy.
'I watch her shutter away from the rain, her skin tightens in response to the chill and her hands gently glide up and down her arms.
She prances into another room escaping the feeling, leaving me alone to notice what mood nature is really in.
It’s somber and dismal - just how I like it.
The light tap tap tap tap tap as the water hits the roof and falls onto the wooden patio, the clarity in the passing vehicles as they ride through miniscule rivers along the streets, the dripping streams running down the bark of the surrounding plant life.
The bitterness hits me now, my skin involuntarily tightens like a blanket pulling itself closer around me and I stare at the goose bumps while running my fingers over them.
I’m reminded of braille and the feeling is similar to a blind man finding his sight again.
I walk to the windows and open all of them, letting the raw, cool, earthy aromas fill my lungs as if it’s the last.
I stand there for a moment before returning to reality, a gentle sigh pours from my lips, “I like the rain,” I say.'
- with that I bid you all adieu!
