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Falling temps, grinning jack-o-lanterns, and a pending BIG election all reminding me we're in October. Not to mention falling sales as everyone hunkers down waiting for the big day and the big news. Oh well, I've been through this before and I'll get through it again. In retail October is always an el sucko month made worse by the looming election. In order to not let this get the best of me I am adapting a new no worry attitude, working harder, and reveling in the warm spookiness of my home. Now as you all know, Christmas is my thing. Bedecked and bedazzled halls in glittery vintage splendor make me happy. My husband, well, no. Aha, but there is a new ally bouncing around my house. My four year old is enchanted by all things holiday whether it be Christmas, Easter or Halloween. Halloween has always been my mother's favorite probably because her birthday is smack dab in the middle of the merriment. She really loves her birthday. Each year she precariously perches on her rooftop in order to display her leering electric pumpkins. Crazy you say? Normal I say. Guess this apple didn't fall too far from the tree. I have deemed this the 31 days of Halloween. Each day Sully and I have a new decoration, craft or treat to work on. Dollar store gravestones in the front AND back yard. Glittered skulls and bony torsos chill on the porch lit by the Christmas light spider web. A trip to the store's basement unearthed a bevy of orange pillar candles scored at an estate sale along with the vintage tissue balls hanging in the windows. My vintage blow-mold light-up owl makes me grin.  Black cats and bloody handprints finish off the evil aesthetic. Thankfully my husband has learned to just smile and ignore, but I really think he enjoys the warm orange glowiness of it all. Settling in to this rainy month has also prompted the urge to cook those perfect autumn meals. Homemade bread, baked pastas, chicken-pumpkin chili(that was a good one)beef stew, all seasonally satisfying. One particular dreary cold day had us all in front of the fireplace. Refusing to turn the furnace on we succumbed to our pioneer urgings. Bundled in my afghan ALL DAY, I sat like a lump on the sofa reading my suspense novel. Refusing to move until my husband returned with smore makings I was suddenly re-energized. Nothing tickles a four year old more than sticking something into a roaring fire. With all the goings on in our fair city, no amount of friends or festivals could tear me away from my two men. Domesticity may sound boring to some, but as the wind blows and the rain pelts the windows, my heart is where my home is. Goodnight world.