Halloween has always been my favorite day… As I was blessed to marry my best friend on the 29th of October last year, I now have a string of Best-Day-Evers. ❤
The happiest days of my Life…and then some.
I actually don’t eat cake…BUT…my habitually clean eating was more than delighted to take a minor respite for dessert on October 29th. I wouldn’t have missed my wedding cake for the world.
I can’t seem to get off cloud 9 (not that I’m aiming to – I think I’ll take up residence, actually), and no amount of sugar could have bounced me from it.
The day was every bit as vampy and Halloween as I always dreamed… ❤ And while part of me wants to keep my custom cake a secret…I have to share, knowing others (Tim Burton fans? Gothic at heart?!) can appreciate its offbeat beauty, and unconventionality.
We don’t do normal…though frankly I don’t think a soul present expected anything but unabashed badassery (while I’m not quite on par, my husband is definitely UBER cool, and “badass” in my book is worthy of aspiration! 😉 )
The inside was red and purple velvet…and perfectly “to die for.” Even for my non-sugar-coated heart.
I didn’t care for the acting in Sleepy Hollow – I have to get that out of the way. But I don’t watch Tim Burton movies for the acting. His decadently dreary visuals simply light my heart aglow, especially when they lean Autumnal (to my gothic heart, it seems his lenses are so seasonally tinted – perpetually, much to my joy!)
His eerie, throw-back town, cloaked in lowly fog and Samhain-style mise-en-scene is so my speed it’s ridiculous. The average human being, I daresay, seems to possess such desires as going to the beach, baking beneath a blindingly hot ball of fire. . . They like pop stars and malls and large gatherings of people… And there I sit – and always HAVE sat – with a heart yearning for the deep. For the drumming of the earth, the black of the night, the impossibly-incandescent burn of the moon and stars.
I’m scarcely morbid, and find myself often mistaken for a social butterfly. No. Nooo. I’m more like the little black bat flitting around at Dusk. The Morticia in the corner, carefully contemplating, and reveling in the shadows. While not so evident at this stage in my life, at least I’m not accused of loving pink – ah yes, at least that is obvious enough!
Tim Burton’s quirky characters, singularly macabre and always intriguing, enchanted me from the get-go – Each one more peculiar than the next, and ever placed in spectacularly vampish settings.
I don’t want to live in a City, my feet falling on hard concrete and my gaze stifled by towering man-made constructions. I don’t need to be in the center of things, encompassed by busy streets and bustling storefronts. Sure, I enjoy not being completely isolated – it’s nice to have some manner of life around! But I’d much prefer those ghostly streets, with their spectral, smokey vapor and stormy skies… A few lit Jack-O-Lanterns would be enough to brighten the mood for me. . .
I’m a total balm girl – I don’t wear lipstick (save for when I was performing in Ballroom Dancing or Figure Skating) and I love flavor! I also – no grand surprise – adore Halloween.
When Halloween items crop up in stores, suddenly I want to buy everything…including limited edition Lip Smackers, designed with the holiday AND Disney Villains in mind. As the kind of girl who prefers to be Maleficent at five years-old and NOT the Princess, no shocker here!
My inner Goth vampiness about burst at the seams when I saw these Tim Burton-esque renditions of traditional Disney characters (Tarusov has done saucy versions too – also pretty fabulous, albeit in more of a Betty Page kind of way!)
In my mind, this is more the way Disney should be…but then that bean bag bat with glowing, ruby, rhinestone eyes WAS my favorite toy at age 5. . .
At 4, my favorite “movie” as Michael Jackson’s “Thriller”. . .so I guess that also lends a clue to my, er, eccentricity? Who’s to say – just knowing someone took the time to do all this is fair indication that I’m not alone, oddity or not!
I’d like to follow that with a resounding “HA!”
Creep on, Mr. Burton. Creep on.