Being that I haven’t been in a celebratory mood for the past two years, retrieving my Halloween decor out of Camo’s attic was an exciting feat. Getting my giddy up back after Rapegate, I’m trying to stay on the right track by doing what I would “normally” do, which is celebrate the fuck out of every. single. thing. I can.
So Halloween has been my first glittery stiletto heeled step in the thriving direction. And what better way to get my ass in gear than to host my monthly Supper Club in October?
As soon as the bins were in, I was in shopping heaven – being that I hadn’t seen my sparkly Halloween accessories in almost 700 days. I perused my own decor, acting like I was on an episode of a holiday themed Supermarket Sweeps.
This was also the first time any of my current fur ball amigos had seen any type of Halloween madness from their mama, and it was super fun trying to avoid stepping on a live cat bomb, as they hid amongst everything.
As the count down began, I decorated like the Wicked Witch of Nashville, readying my mini manse for a Ghoul’s Night In.
Why would it be worth even putting one decoration out, if you didn’t dress up the outside of your haunted house? Even the Glamingo slipped into her skeleton feather attire.
While most mansions have extravagantly large foyers, mine is excruciatingly small – but grand nonetheless.
Instead using my dining room for what its intended, I naturally have a few bars (duh).
No, I do not think I have too many bars. No, I also do not need to attend weekly meetings (*cue eye roll*).
In lieu of dishes in kitchen cabinets, I chose to display Halloween knick knacks galore because…really, dishes are boring.
The stove top was easy to cover because it’s so rarely used.
My piece de resistance happens to be my player piano, which I turned into a haunted forest of sorts where resident pussies often tip toe through like abominable snowmen, seeing what all can be knocked over. Or broken. Or played with to pieces.
Speaking of my pussies, of course their room is also decorated – or else they’d be pissed.
After my mini manse was haunted to the gills, it was time to prep for the ghouls.
All that was left were the ghouls who came to par-tay as my fave non-scary Halloween movie, Practical Magic, played in the background.